Some truths indeed may pierce the spirit's gloom, Yet shine unapprehended: grand, remote; We bow before their strength, yet feel them not-- When some low promise of the life to come, Blessing the mourner, holds the heart indeed, A leading lamp that all may reach and read-- Nor reck those lights, so distant over us, Sublime, yet helpless to the spirit's need As the night stars in heaven's vault: yet thus While the great asterisms mount and burn Unheeded for their glory, this its height Has reached, but lingers on till light return, Low in the sky, like frosty Sirius, To snap and sparkle through the winter's night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 1. A RECOGNITION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LEINSTER by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |