Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all That bound my grief to its ancestral ways. I have passed out, as from a funeral, From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze Henceforth I stand, a pilgrim of new days, On the high road of life. Where I was thrall, See, I am master, being passionless; And, having nothing now, am lord of all. How glorious is the world! Its infinite grace Surprises me—and not as erst with fear, But as one meets a woman face to face, Loved once and unforgotten and still dear In certain moods and seasons. So to me The fair world smiles to-day, yet leaves me free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE IYYOB TRANSLATION FROM 'A-15' by LOUIS ZUKOFSKY ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY ODE TO THE PAST by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LILIES: 22. THE VEIL OF BLISS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |