English poem
Gravity--Life!
by Charles William Wallace (1865–1932)
(After Browning--several miles after.)
Gravity--what? Attraction we call it, Yet mind cannot thrall it-- Where is it not? Life of world-stuff--truly it is! --Life then of man?--His, and not his! ’Tis of all matter; thus ’tis of man; ’Tis of all space, and spans the world’s span. Matter, man! Gravity, life! --Each fits to each; with the other at strife. Life? It is--what? Who can explain it? Mind cannot chain it-- God! how ’tis wrought!
DEATH--LIFE.
Sadly o’er the moor I fare, Lonely, lonely all the day; Life nor leaf nor song is there; Barren, barren all the way.
Sun and spring and hope are bright, Sweetly, sweetly dreaming there; Life will wake with love and light, Joyous, joyous everywhere.