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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GREAT GULPH, by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) Poet's Biography First Line: If any tender sire Last Line: Finds but a world estranged, and lives and dies alone! | |||
IF any tender sire Who sits girt round by loving faces And happy childhood's thousand graces, Through sudden crash or fire Should 'scape from this poor life to some mysterious air, And, dwelling solitary there, Feel his unfilled and yearning father's heart Pierced through by some intolerable smart; And, sickening for the dear lost lives again, Through his o'ermastering pain Should break the awful bonds the Eternal sets between That which lives Here, and There, the Seen and the Unseen; And having gained once more This little Earth, should reach the scarce-left place Which greets him with unchanged familiar face -- The well-remembered door, The rose he watered blooming yet, Naught to remember or forget, No change in all the world except in him, Nor there save in some sense already dim Before the unaltered past, so that he seem A mortal spirit still, and what was since, a dream; And in the well-known room Finds all the blithe remembered faces Grown sad and blurred by recent traces Of a new sorrow and gloom, And when his soul to comfort them is fain Mourns his voice mute, his form unknown, unseen, And thinks with irrepressible pain Of all the happy days which late have been, And feels his new life's inmost chambers stirred If only of his own, he might be seen or heard; Then if, at length, The father's yearning and o'erburdened soul Burst into shape and voice which scorn control Of its despairing strength, -- Ah Heaven! ah pity for the present dread Which rising, strikes the old affection dead! Ah, better were it far than this thing to remain, Voiceless, unseen, unloved, for ever and in pain! So when a finer mind, Knowing its old self swept by some weird change And the old thought deceased, or else grown strange, Turns to those left behind, With passionate stress and mighty yearning stirred, -- It strives to stand revealed in shape and word In vain; or by strong travail visible grown, Finds but a world estranged, and lives and dies alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A CYNICS DAY-DREAM by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A FRAGMENT by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A GEORGIAN ROMANCE; A.D. 1900 by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A HEATHEN HYMN by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A HYMN IN TIME OF IDOLS by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A LAST WILL by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A MEMORY by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A MIDSUMMER NIGHT by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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