FULL soon I shall be gone, where dead men go, -- Gone on, beyond your ken, far out of sight -- To that dim, phantom world that no stars light; Where souls like pallid flames flit to and fro, Where Love is not, nor memory of Woe, And no voice pleads through that eternal night; Dumb are those souls, and dead is their delight, They need no courage, since no fear they know. If a sad ghost should seem to bar your way, Think not from that vague world that I return; 'T will be but moonlight silvering some spray. I shall not hear you, howso'er you yearn; Yet if your cry could follow my far track, I think from bane or bliss I should come back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |