I shall not see thee. Dare I say No spirit ever broke the band That stays him from the native land Where first he walk'd when claspt in clay? No visual shade of some one lost, But he, the Spirit himself, may come Where all the nerve of sense is numb, Spirit to Spirit, Ghost to Ghost. O, therefore from thy sightless range With gods in unconjectured bliss, O, from the distance of the abyss Of tenfold-complicated change, Descend, and touch, and enter; hear The wish too strong for words to name, That in this blindness of the frame My Ghost may feel that thine is near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK ON REFUSAL OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN THE VIGILANTES by MARGARET ELIZA ASHMUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |