Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

by Walt Whitman · 1881-1882
Published 01/07/1881

HAST never come to thee an hour,

A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?

These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,

To utter nothingness?

#existentialism #materialism #nihilism #spiritual longing #walt whitman

7 likes

Related poems →

More by Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!
A Noiseless Patient Spider
On the Beach at Night Alone
As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days
I Hear America Singing
As If a Phantom Caress'd Me
Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd
Poem of The Poet
Song of Prudence
To the Pending Year

Read "Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour" by Walt Whitman. One of the best and most popular poems on The Poet's Place. Discover more trending, inspiring, and beautiful poetry by Walt Whitman.