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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IMMORTALITY: 2, by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS Poet's Biography
First Line: Yet in my hid soul must a voice reply
Last Line: But homeless in the heart of paradise.
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Immortality
First Line: Yet in my hid soul must a voice reply
Last Line: But homeless in the heart of paradise.
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Immortality
Yet in my hid soul must a voice reply
Which knows not which may seem the viler gain,
To sleep for ever or be born again,
The blank repose or drear eternity.
A solitary thing it were to die
So late begotten and so early slain,
With sweet life withered to a passing pain,
Till nothing anywhere should still be I.
Yet if for evermore I must convey
These weary senses through an endless day
And gaze on God with these exhausted eyes,
I fear that howsoe'er the seraphs play
My life shall not be theirs nor I as they,
But homeless in the heart of Paradise.
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