<h3 id="The_Materialist">The Materialist</h3>
<p>MY soul has left its tent of clay<br/>
And seeks from star to star,<br/>
’Mid flaming worlds that are to be,<br/>
And fruitful worlds that are,<br/>
The Voice which spake and said “Live on!”<br/>
(When Death said, “You may die”)<br/>
And sent my spirit wandering<br/>
The stairway of the sky.</p>
<p>Still must I seek what on the earth<br/>
I sought as fruitlessly—<br/>
The world I knew, the heaven I scorned<br/>
Lost in infinity:<br/>
Alone, and on the ageless breath<br/>
Of cosmic whirlwinds spun,<br/>
I hurtle through the outer dark<br/>
Toward some fantastic sun!—</p>
<p>O God! how happy is the leaf,<br/>
A sweet and soulless thing,<br/>
Dying to live but in the green<br/>
Of yet another Spring—<br/>
These heights, these depths, these flaming worlds,<br/>
This stairway of the sky<br/>
I’d give, had no Voice said “Live on!”<br/>
When Death said, “You may die.”</p>
<!-- Page 112 -->
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />
1 of 2
2 of 2
Previous
Next
Update Required
To play the media you will need to either update your browser to a recent version or update your Flash plugin.