ALIGHT upon the headland, flaming far, We see thee o'er the widening waves of time, Impassioned as a palpitating star, Big with prophetic destiny sublime: A momentary flash -- a burst of song -- Then silence, and a withering blank of pain. We wait, alas! in tedious vigils long, The meteor-gleam that cometh not again! Our eyes are heavy, and our visage wan: Our breath -- a phantom of the darkness -- glides Ghostlike to swell the dismal caravan Of shadows, where thy lingering splendor hides, Till, with our tears and ineffectual sighs, We quench the spark a smouldering hope supplies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD A RAINY DAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD JULIA ALPINULA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by GEORGE CRABBE HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 4 by JOHN DONNE FOR PHILLIP WHO WOULD BE SIX YEARS OLD TODAY by HELEN DOREMUS |