I find this poem magnificent. It consoles, makes one braver and reassures us that there are things far far bigger than ourselves. It is a real resource for living!
And I always think of Emily Bronte’s vision, defiantly and wonderfully her own forever.
No coward soul was hers!
| No Coward Soul is Mine |
No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:I see Heavens glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.O God within my breast.Almighty, ever-present Deity!Life -- that in me has rest,As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!Vain are the thousand creedsThat move mens hearts: unutterably vain;Worthless as withered weeds,Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,To waken doubt in oneHolding so fast by Thine infinity;So surely anchored onThe steadfast Rock of immortality.With wide-embracing loveThy Spirit animates eternal years,Pervades and broods above,Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.Though earth and man were gone,And suns and universes ceased to be,And Thou wert left alone,Every existence would exist in Thee.There is not room for Death,Nor atom that his might could render void:Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
