Author Robert Loveman Deeply dark God's secret dwells, Vainly Saint and Psalmist sing;—All the heavens, all the hells, Are of Man's imagining.Man, who walks in unknown ways, Blind beneath the singing skies;Man, who sucks the dug-drawn days Dry of Demons, Deities. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments