What is the worth of Pantheistic dreams?— Oh, what avails it at the hour of death To mix our souls with countless roses' breath, Or with the shining June-sky's sunset-gleams, Or with the glory of blue-rippling streams? What joy is there in groping underneath The soil, to spring in roots of purple heath,— What human rapture in the moon's white beams? One hour of human life, though it be wild And mad and sinful, is a nobler spell Than long eternities in green deep dell, Mixed with the spirits of the snow-drops mild: Diviner is it passionate hand to hold Than to blend limp souls with the lilies' gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN YEARS OLD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AN ARCTIC VISION [JUNE 20, 1867] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AUTUMN by JESSIE ALBERT BARNEY TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON |