Am I awake? or do I dream? To me forever moving seem Alike the margin and the stream. I breathe; and lo, a whisper saith, "'Tis Life." A silence answereth, As if in pity, "Nay, 'tis Death." Alike the Future and the Past Proclaim, "We are but shadows cast Before and after, first and last. Between us thine eternal lot Is laid -- a consecrated spot -- Whereon we gaze, but enter not. Unpiloted -- we know not how -- Unto this new-discovered Now, We come, its guardians, as thou." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |