O SOLEMN portal, veiled in mist and cloud, Where all who have lived throng in, an endless line, Forbid to tell by backward look or sign What destiny awaits the advancing crowd; Bourne crossed but once with no return allowed; Dumb, spectral gate, terrestrial yet divine, Beyond whose arch all powers and fates combine, Pledged to divulge no secrets of the shroud. Close, close behind we step, and strive to catch Some whisper in the dark, some glimmering light; Through circling whirls of thought intent to snatch A drifting hope -- a faith that grows to sight; And yet assured, whatever may befall, That must be somehow best that comes to all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 12 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DISILLUSIONMENT OF TEN O'CLOCK by WALLACE STEVENS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |