Eternity is a wind-blown husk And fools run after it; And when a sand-storm brings the dusk, They call it the infinite. On the surface -- the surface -- is Beauty found, And the surface of life goes deep; For where it is lost in the underground, We sleep -- we sleep -- we sleep. There is nothing else but the surface of life, Nor ever was nor will be! -- Except the sleep that endeth life; And may that fall gently on me! Fall gently on me, and ere it fall, Let me once more pretend That the one I love the most of all Is with me at the end. Let the wind-blown husk, eternity, Dance over infinite sand, So the one I love come once to me, And give me her little hand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |