LONG after there were none of them alive About the place--where there is now no place But a walled hole where fruitless vines embrace Their parent skeletons that yet survive In evil thorns--none of us could arrive At a more cogent answer to their ways Than one old Isaac in his latter days Had humor or compassion to contrive. I mentioned them, and Isaac shook his head: "The Power that you call yours and I call mine Extinguished in the last of them a line That Satan would have disinherited. When we are done with all but the Divine, We die." And there was no more to be said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLDWING MOTH by CARL SANDBURG THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL by WILLIAM BLAKE LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |