THOU wast to me what to the changing year Its seasons are, -- a joy forever new; What to the night its stars, its heavenly dew, Its silence; what to dawn its lark-song clear; To noon, its light -- its fleckless atmosphere, Where ocean and the overbending blue, In passionate communion, hue for hue, As one in Love's circumference appear. O brimming heart, with tears for utterance Alike of joy and sorrow! lift thine eyes And sphere the desolation. Love is flown; And in the desert's widening expanse Grim Silence, like a sepulchre of stone, Stands charnelling a soul's funereal sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS NO SONGS IN WINTER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SONG OF PROGRESS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON COMPLAINS OF THE SHORTNESS OF LIFE; AN IDYLLIUM by BION A SUPERSTITION REVISITED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ITALY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MATRIMONIAL COUNSELS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |