'Tis in the twinkle of escape That all our safety lies. Of danger, whatsoe'er the shape, The nearness naught implies: This side is life; that side, a breath Of deviation, instant death. 'Tis in the @3present@1 I am free The mental die to cast; The future yet of mastery Is palsied as the past; Between, the breathless balance still Awaits the hesitating will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT WORDS by PAUL VERLAINE THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 70, 71. MUKADDIM, MUWAKHIR by EDWIN ARNOLD EMPORIUM VERSUS NEW YORK, 1854 by JACOB BIGELOW OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE NUN AT COURT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |