Thou art the sense and semblance Of things that never were, The meaning of a sunset, The tenor of a star. Thou art the trend of morning, The burden of June's prime, The twilight's consolation, The innocence of time. Thou art the phrase for gladness God coined when he was young, The fare-thee-well to sadness By stars of morning sung, The lyric revelation To rally and rebuoy The darker earth's half sinking Temerity of joy. Out of the hush and hearkening Of the reverberant sea, Some happier golden April Might fashion things like thee. Or if one heart-beat faltered In oblivion's drum-roll, That perfect idle moment Might be thy joyous soul. And the long waves of sorrow Will search and find no shore In all the seas of being, When thou shalt be no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DISGUISES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |