Triumphant Love! Now comes apace Thy flood-tide that will leave no trace Of Time and Death, dead, hand in hand. Half-rooted in the desolate sand, Heart-shapen, blooms Thy garb of grace, Till, by thy waves, that conquer space, The robe of that sweet flower's embrace Be freed from Time's cold rocky strand, Triumphant Love. Sole King of an immortal race, Though men Thy mortal name debase! Thy feet upon the rock now stand, The wings the infinite have spanned! Unveil Thy power, reveal thy face, Triumphant Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE GUSTIBUS' by ROBERT BROWNING THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE PSALM 43. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |