With the tear-worthy four, consumption killed In youthful prime, before the nebulous mind Had its symmetric shapeliness defined, Had its transcendent destiny fulfilled. -- May future ages grant me gracious room, With Pollok, in the voiceless solitude Finding his holiest, rapture, happiest mood; Poor White for ever poring o'er the tomb; With Keats, whose lucid fancy mounting far Saw heaven as an intenser, a more keen Redintegration of the Beauty seen And felt by all the breathers on this star; With gentle Bruce, flinging melodious blame On the Future for an uncompleted name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: QUESTIONS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER CRUX VIA CAELORUM: 3 by PATRICK CAREY |