ACROSS this sea I sail, and do not know What hap awaits me on its farther side, -- In these long days what dear hope may have died; What sweet, unaccustomed joy I must forego; What new acquaintance make with unguessed woe (I, who with sorrow have been long allied,) Or what blest gleam of joy yet undescried Its tender light upon my way will throw. Thus over Death's unsounded sea we sail, Toward a far, unmapped, unpictured shore, Unwitting what awaits us, bliss or bale, Like the vast multitude that went before, Scourged on by the inexorable gale The everlasting mystery to explore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S EPITAPH by EBENEZER ELLIOTT IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPITAPH ON THE LADY SALTER, WIFE TO SIR WILLIAM SALTER by THOMAS CAREW THE DEVOTED by ELIZABETH MARGARET CHANDLER EVENING SONG by MATTHIAS CLAUDIUS |