How solemnly on mournful eyes The mystic warning rose, While o'er the Singer's forehead lies A twilight of repose. The twilight deepens into night, -- That night of frozen breath, The rigor of whose Arctic blight, We recognize as -- death! But since beyond the polar ice @3May@1 shine bright baths of balm; Past its grim barriers' last device, A crystal-hearted calm, -- Thus, ice-bound Death that guards so well His far-off, secret goal, May clasp a peace ineffable, For some who reach his pole! My poet -- is it thus with thee, Beyond this twilight gray, -- This frozen blight, this sombre sea, -- Ah! hast thou found the Day? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 28 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |