That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good. What vaster dream can hit the mood Of Love on earth? He seeks at least Upon the last and sharpest height, Before the spirits fade away, Some landing-place, to clasp and say, 'Farewell! We lose ourselves in light.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |