AND thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend! No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend With air of Earth its pure ideal tones, Binding in one, as with harmonious zones, The heart and intellect. And I no more Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed deep, The Human Soul, -- as when, pushed off the shore, Thy mystic bark would through the darkness sweep, Itself the while so bright! For oft we seemed As on some starless sea,--all dark above, All dark below, -- yet, onward as we drove, To plough up light that ever round us streamed. But he who mourns is not as one bereft Of all he loved: thy living Truths are left. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON A WORD TO THE 'ELECT' by ANNE BRONTE NAPOLEON'S SNUFF-BOX by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DEATH OF THE STARTLING by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LITTLE FINGERS by MIRIAM DEL BANCO A 'CORNHILL' RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON POLEON DORE. - A TALE OF THE SAINT MAURICE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND |