The Poetry Corner

When All Is Said

By J. D. C. Fellow

When all is said And all is done Beneath the Sun, And Man lies dead; When all the earth Is a cold grave, And no more brave Bright things have birth; When cooling sun And stone-cold world, Together hurled, Flame up as one, O Sons of Men, When all is flame, What of your fame And splendour then? When all is fire And flaming air, What of your rare And high desire To turn the clod To a thing divine, The earth a shrine, And Man the God?