THERE comes an hour when all life's joys and pains To our raised vision seem But as the flickering phantom that remains Of some dead midnight dream! There comes an hour when earth recedes so far, Its wasted wavering ray Wanes to the ghostly pallor of a star Merged in the milky way. Set on the sharp, sheer summit that divides Immortal truth from mortal fantasie; We hear the moaning of time's muffled tides In measureless distance die! Past passions -- loves, ambitions and despairs, Across the expiring swell Send thro' void space, like wafts of Lethean airs, Vague voices of farewell. Ah, then! from life's long-haunted dream we part, Roused as a child new-born, We feel the pulses of the eternal heart Throb thro' the eternal morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN ARCTIC VISION [JUNE 20, 1867] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN CITY OF ORGIES by WALT WHITMAN GROWTH by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: CHORUS (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |