Something is yet alive, that may not die While mind awakens still to hear the song, And feeling hot the stir of lyric wine Forgets the hours were dark, the years were long. Something will stand to be immortal self, With spirit free of bond, the old rage gone That burned to ash the vital heart of life, Where dreams were fuel for it to feed upon. For that which savored death and joy will know The highest Thought, attuned to all desire: The dreams that fall to broken earth will shape Again the Dream, as from celestial fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON SUMMING UP ITALY; INSCRIBED TO INTELLIGENT PUBLICS OUT OF IT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |