Maker-of-Sevens in the scheme of things From earth to star; Thy cycle holds whatever is fate, and Over the border the bar. Though rank and fierce the mariner Sailing the seven seas, He prays, as he holds his glass to his eyes, Coaxing the Pleiades. I cannot love them; and I feel your glad Chiding from the grave, That my all was only worth at all, what Joy to you it gave, These seven links the Law compelled For the human chain - I cannot love them; and you, oh, Seven-fold months in Flanders slain! A jungle there, a cave here, bred six And a million years, Sure and strong, mate for mate, such Love as culture fears; I gave you clear the oil and wine; You saved me your hob and hearth - See how even life may be ere the Sickle comes and leaves a swath. But I can wait the seven of moons, Or years I spare, Hoarding the heart's plenty, nor spend A drop, nor share - So long but outlives a smile and A silken gown; Then gayly I reach up from my shroud, And you, glory-clad, reach down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA A LOVE BARGAINE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DEAD OF THE WILDERNESS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK OLNEY HYMNS: 57. HATRED OF SIN by WILLIAM COWPER THE FOUNTAIN by GLADYS CROMWELL BOOKS OF THE BIBLE: THE NEW TESTAMENT by JOHN NELSON DAVIDSON |