The hour had struck, but still the air was fill'd With the long sequence of that mighty tone; A wild AEolian afternote, that thrill'd My spirit, as I kiss'd that dear headstone; A voice that seem'd through all the Past to go - From the bell's mouth the lonely cadence swept, Like the faint cry of unassisted woe, Till, in my profitless despair, I wept; My hope seem'd wreck'd! but soon I ceased to mourn; A nobler meaning in that voice I found, Whose scope lay far beyond that burial-ground; 'Twas grief, but grief to distant glory bound! Faith took the helm of that sweet wandering sound, And turn'd it heavenwards, to its proper bourne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WOLD WAGGON by WILLIAM BARNES DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE LAST MAN: RECOGNITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE PORTRAIT OF A COLONEL; G.H.H. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |