SUBLIME the music -- poet of the dead -- Thy heart pour'd forth in wild impassion'd strain; Through mystic chords of wonder and of dread, There throbs a note of living woe or pain. I see thee, glory-robed, on Fame's high throne, And crown'd with laurel and pale asphodel; But, oh! the yearning pathos of those eyes, The shades of sadness that within them dwell! -- Like clouds that dim the great sun-lighted skies! I deem thy sad lips breathe one word alone, The name of her who might have been thine own; But thou hast now the bliss on earth denied, And it may be thy spirit's spirit-bride First bade thee welcome to God's paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE FUNERAL TREE OF THE SOKOKIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE EVERLASTING GOD by EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH THE CHASE OF THE METAPHOR by RICHARD BLACKMORE A CARNIVAL EPISODE by MATHILDE BLIND EPITAPH ON MR. FRANCIS LEE OF THE TEMPLE, GENT. by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |