And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb, Nor you, ye lost designs alone -- nor failures, aspirations; I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again -- duly the hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending, Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself, The rhythmus of Birth eternal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU POEMS ON THE SLAVE TRADE: 6 by ROBERT SOUTHEY BLIND OLD MILTON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BLIND MAN'S BUFF by WILLIAM BLAKE |