A MOMENT since his breath dissolved in air! And now divorced from life's last hectic glow, He joins the old ghostly years of long ago, In some cloud-folded realm of vague despair; Ah me! the unsceptred years that wander there! With cold, wan hands, and faces white as snow, And echoes of dead voices quavering low The phantom-burden of long-perished care! Perchance all unsubstantialized and gray, Time's earliest year now greets his last, deceased; Or he that dumbly gazed on Adam's fall, Palely emerging from the shadowy east, With flickering semblance of cold crown and pall, Clothes the dim ghost of him just passed away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENAPHON: DORON'S JIG by ROBERT GREENE WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES THE SWAN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE ROMANCE OF THE LILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |