Slow creatures, slow, Nuzzle and press, And take their food In the darkness! No stir is now In all that once was all! No dream; no sound; No sight; no sense, is there! Unseen, the beam of the sun! Unknown, the ring of the light! Unknown, in the cave! Unseen, by the slow, slow, hungers! Naught's left -- But food! All else, that was, Is away! -- Far away In the Gleam! In the Ring! In the Beam! In the Sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI POLYHYMNIA: FRAGMENTS by WILLIAM BASSE THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |