IN the vast realms of unconjectured space, Where devious paths eternally outspread, Where farthest stars their mighty marches tread, And unknown suns through unknown systems pace, What power can give our longing hearts the grace To follow feet that long ago have fled, Among the thronging populace of the dead To find the welcome of the one dear face? Nay! Let the souls throng round us! I am I, And you are you! We should not vainly seek: Would you not hear, though faint and far my call? Nay, were we dust, and had no lips to speak, Our very atoms on the winds blown by Would meet, and cling, whatever might befall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A VALENTINE FOR HARRY CROSBY by KAY BOYLE |