On that last night before we went From out the doors where I was bred, I dream'd a vision of the dead, Which left my after-morn content. Methought I dwelt within a hall, And maidens with me; distant hills From hidden summits fed with rills A river sliding by the wall. The hall with harp and carol rang. They sang of what is wise and good And graceful. In the centre stood A statue veil'd, to which they sang; And which, tho' veil'd, was known to me, The shape of him I loved, and love For ever. Then flew in a dove And brought a summons from the sea; And when they learnt that I must go, They wept and wail'd, but led the way To where a little shallop lay At anchor in the flood below; And on by many a level mead, And shadowing bluff that made the banks, We glided winding under ranks Of iris and the golden reed; And still as vaster grew the shore And roll'd the floods in grander space, The maidens gather'd strength and grace And presence, lordlier than before; And I myself, who sat apart And watch'd them, wax'd in every limb; I felt the thews of Anakim, The pulses of a Titan's heart; As one would sing the death of war, And one would chant the history Of that great race which is to be, And one the shaping of a star; Until the forward-creeping tides Began to foam, and we to draw From deep to deep, to where we saw A great ship lift her shining sides. The man we loved was there on deck, But thrice as large as man he bent To greet us. Up the side I went, And fell in silence on his neck; Whereat those maidens with one mind Bewail'd their lot; I did them wrong: 'We served thee here,' they said, 'so long, And wilt thou leave us now behind?' So rapt I was, they could not win An answer from my lips, but he Replying, 'Enter likewise ye And go with us:' they enter'd in. And while the wind began to sweep A music out of sheet and shroud, We steer'd her toward a crimson cloud That landlike slept along the deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF MARY FLETCHER by BERNARD BARTON |