On our lone pathway bloomed no earthly hopes: Sorrow and death were near us, as we stood Where the dim forest, from the upland slopes, Swept darkly to the sea. The enchanted wood Thrilled, as by some foreboding terror stirred; And as the waves broke on the lonely shore, In their low monotone, methought I heard A solemn voice that sighed, "Ye meet no more." There, while the level sunbeams seemed to burn Through the long aisles of red, autumnal gloom, -- Where stately, storied cenotaphs inurn Sweet human hopes, too fair on Earth to bloom, -- Was the bud reaped, whose petals pure and cold Sleep on my heart till Heaven the flower unfold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL by WILLIAM BLAKE TO MY NOSE by ALFRED HENRY FORRESTER AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS |