Aye, well I know 'tis ghastly to descend that valley: Preachers, musicians, poets, painters, always render it, Philosophs exploit -- the battlefield, the ship at sea, the myriad beds, all lands, All, all the past have enter'd, the ancientest humanity we know, Syria's, India's, Egypt's, Greece's, Rome's; Till now for us under our very eyes spreading the same to-day, Grim, ready, the same to-day, for entrance, yours and mine, Here, here 'tis limn'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON THE PURSUIT by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |