English poem
When we shall hear no more the cradle-songs
Of ages -- when the timeless hymns of Love Defeat them and outsound them -- we shall know The rapture of that large release which all Right science comprehends; and we shall read, With unoppressed and unoffended eyes, That record of All-Soul whereon God writes In everlasting runes the truth of Him.
More by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- We lack the courage to be where we are: --
- When one that you and I had all but sworn
- When through hot fog the fulgid sun looks down
- When we can all so excellently give
- Whenever I go by there nowadays
- While we are drilled in error, we are lost
- Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers
- With conscious eyes not yet sincere enough