BRIXTON, SEPTEMBER 1920 SEE, though the oil be low, more purely still and higher The flame burns in the body's lamp. The watchers still Gaze with unseeing eyes while the Promethean will, The Uncreated Light, the Everlasting Fire, Sustain themselves against the torturer's desire, Even as the fabled Titan chained upon the hill. Burn on, shine here, thou immortality, until We too can light our lamps at the funereal pyre; Till we too can be noble, unshakeable, undismayed; Till we too can burn with the holy flame, and know There is that within us can conquer the dragon pain, And go to death alone, slowly and unafraid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE FEAR AND LOVE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TO ONE BEYOND DEATH'S PORTALS by ROBERT CARY |