yet forever felt in the soul.
from: In Memoriam
by: Alfred Tennyson
Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
The Soul Selects
by: Emily Dickinson
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I’ve known her from an ample nation
Then close the valves of her attention
Other Poems on Belief
- Belief’s Bright Joy – Abichal Watkins
- Wonder– Ibn Arabi
- To Nature– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Dover Beach – Matthew Arnold
- Utopia – Wislawa Szymborska
- Poems on Belief by Sri Chinmoy
Related Poetic Themes
Photo by Richard Radcliffe Camera, Oxford, Jan, 2006