Beyond the seas we know, stretch seas unknown Blue and bright-coloured for our dim and green; Beyond the lands we see, stretch lands unseen With many-tinted tangle overgrown; And icebound seas there are like seas of stone, Serenely stormless as death lies serene; And lifeless tracts of sand, which intervene Betwixt the lands where living flowers are blown. This dead and living world befits our case Who live and die: we live in wearied hope, We die in hope not dead; we run a race Today, and find no present halting-place; All things we see lie far within our scope, And still we peer beyond with craving face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK HARRY PLOUGHMAN by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD by RANDALL PARRISH UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 8. TO MINNIE (WITH A HAND-GLASS) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON FOR THE INAUGURATION OF A PUBLIC SCHOOL, CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY by WALT WHITMAN |