Lost! lost! lost! A gem of countless price, Cut from the living rock, And graved in Paradise. Set round with three times eight Large diamonds, clear and bright, And each with sixty smaller ones, All changeful as the light. Lost -- where the thoughtless throng In fashion's mazes wind, Where trilleth folly's song, Leaving a sting behind; Yet to my hand 'twas given A golden harp to buy, Such as the white-robed choir attune To deathless minstrelsy. Lost! lost! lost! I feel all search is vain; That gem of countless cost Can ne'er be mine again. I offer no reward, For till these heart-strings sever, I know that Heaven-intrusted gift Is reft away forever. But when the sea and land Like burning scroll have fled, I'll see it in His hand Who judgeth quick and dead; And when of scath and loss That man can ne'er repair, The dread inquiry meets my soul, What shall it answer there? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TURTLE SOUP by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE ROAD TO FRANCE by DANIEL MACINTYRE HENDERSON FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |