Now do our eyes behold The tidings which were told: Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn, The slayer, the slain, The entangled doom forlorn And ruinous end of twain. Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum On home and heartstone come? O waft with sighs the sail from shore, O smite the bosom, cadencing the oar That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye To the far strand, The ship of souls, the dark, The unreturning bark Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day, Ev'n to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI WHERE SHALL I DIE? by MARIA ABDY EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |