JUST lost when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide! Therefore, as one returned, I feel, Odd secrets of the line to tell! Some sailor, skirting foreign shores, Some pale reporter from the awful doors Before the seal! Next time, to stay! Next time, the things to see By ear unheard, Unscrutinized by eye. Next time, to tarry, While the ages steal, -- Slow tramp the centuries, And the cycles wheel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |