BACK to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may she behold his face, Nor touch his hand, nor hear his voice again ! With hidden front she crouches ; all in vain The proffered balm. A vessel nears the place ; They bring her young, lost brother ; see her strain The new-found nursling in a close embrace. God, we have lost Thee with much questioning. In vain we seek Thy trace by sea and land, And in Thine empty fanes where no men sing. What shall we do through all the weary days ? Thus wail we and lament. Our eyes we raise, And, lo, our Brother with an outstretched hand ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON |