THE GLORY IS FALLEN OUT OF - by E E Cummings

 

THE  GLORY  IS  FALLEN  OUT  OF by  E E Cummings the glory is fallen out ofthe sky the last immortalleafis dead and the goldyeara formal spasmin the dustthis is the passing of all shining thingstherefore we alsoblandly into receptiveearth, O letusdescend takeshimmering windthese fragile splendors fromus crumple them hide them in thy breath drivethem in nothingnessfor wewould sleep this is the passing of all shining thingsno lingering no backward-wondering be untous O soul, but straightglad feet fear ruiningand glory girdedfaces lead usinto theserioussteep darkness