Within the modern world, deformed and vast, Lurks everlasting, though all men deny, The awful force that in the ages past Walked on the waves and cried on Calvary. I feel it in the crowded city street 'Mid iron walls and wheels and clanging cars, I feel it in my pulses as they beat, The monstrous secret that propels the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OURS THE VOWS by BERNARD BARTON AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE H. BAPTISME (2) by GEORGE HERBERT HUSH OF TWILIGHT by G. KENYON ASHENDEN TROPIC NIGHTFALL by ROBERT AVRETT |