The same blue-bending dome encanopies Thine ashes and the spark that kindles mine; Upon the selfsame bosom we recline, When with the wind, the wave, land-lessening, dies And, 'twixt our souls the star-wrought mysteries -- Of Hope the sacred oracles divine -- Steadfast above the vault of darkness shine, To point the path benighted to the skies. For there, of dreams unsepulchred and free "To face the vast sweet Visage, unafraid," That erst thy spirit reverenced to see In Nature's lowliest lineaments portrayed, Thou keepest watchful memory of me, A lingering phantom of the mortal shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER IN MEMORY OF GENERAL GRANT by HENRY ABBEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 106. THE SUBLIME: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |