Never until our souls are strong enough To plunge into the crater of the Scheme -- Triumphant in the flash there to redeem Love's handsel and forevermore to slough, Like cerements at a played-out masque, the rough And reptile skins of us whereon we set The stigma of scared years - are we to get Where atoms and the ages are one stuff. Nor ever shall we know the cursed waste Of life in the beneficence devine Of starlight and of sunlight and soul-shine That we have squandered in sin's frail distress, Till we have drunk, and trembled at the taste, The mead of Thought's prophetic endlessness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON |