@3"O death in life, the days that are no more!"@1 O days that are no more! the lords of song Have sung your dirges, tolled your passing bells, In tones more sad, more sweet, than funeral knells Through dim cathedral arches borne along. Back from the past they call ye, mighty throng! They wreathe your brows with golden asphodels, They weave for you all wonder-working spells, Sounding your praise in chorus full and strong. But who shall sing the song, O yearning heart! Of days that might have been, but never were, Dying unshriven in the womb of Time, Bearing in all this breathing world no part? Ah, bring for them the frankincense and myrrh, The vision splendid, and the gift sublime! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE TROILUS AND CRESSIDA: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN FRIENDS BEYOND by THOMAS HARDY IN A CATHEDRAL CITY by THOMAS HARDY TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |