I dreamed the setting sun would rise no more. My spirit fled; nor sought an aimless sun Whirled madly on through pathless space, and free Amid a world of worlds enthralled. Ah no! But deep within a silent solitude It lingered on. The twilight waned; across The hills and dark'ning sky the west wind stole, And broad-cast spread the sun-path gathered gold, Undying memories of the hopeless dead. The dew of sadness fell, and far into The coming night of storm and calm I gazed. Oh, sadness, who may tell what joy is thine? A whisper breathed: "What lies unvoiced on earth Is heaven sung." And gloom crept softly down With longing deep as everlasting night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT MY LOVER SAID by HOMER GREENE CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY PRAISE OF WATER by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON EARLY EVENING IN APRIL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. PHILOLAUS TO DIOCLES by EDWARD CARPENTER |