In this world (the Isle of Dreames) While we sit by sorrowes streames, Teares and terrors are our theames Reciting: But when once from hence we flie, More and more approaching nigh Unto young Eternitie Uniting: In that whiter Island, where Things are evermore sincere; Candor here, and lustre there Delighting: There no monstrous fancies shall Out of hell an horrour call, To create (or cause at all) Affrighting. There in calm and cooling sleep We our eyes shall never steep; But eternall watch shall keep, Attending Pleasures, such as shall pursue Me immortaliz'd, and you; And fresh joyes, as never too Have ending. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THREE THROWS AND ONE by JANE BARLOW |