Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VISION, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON Poet's Biography First Line: Sometimes when I sit musing all alone Last Line: The vision of eternity is strange. Alternate Author Name(s): Duclaux, Madame Emile; Darmesteter, Mary; Robinson, A. Mary F. Subject(s): Future Life; Retribution; Eternity; After Life | ||||||||
SOMETIMES when I sit musing all alone The sick diversity of human things, Into my soul, I know not how, there springs The vision of a world unlike our own. O stable Zion, perfect, endless, one, Why hauntest thou a soul that hath no wings? I look on thee as men on mirage springs, Knowing the desert bears but sand and stone. Yet as a passing mirror in the street Flashes a glimpse of gardens out of range Through some poor sick-room open to the heat, So, in a world of doubt and death and change, The vision of eternity is sweet, The vision of eternity is strange. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IKON: THE HARROWING OF HELL by DENISE LEVERTOV LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE AFTERLIFE: LETTER TO STEPHEN DOBYNS 3 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AFTERLIFE: LETTER TO STEPHEN DOBYNS: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AFTERLIFE: LETTER TO STEPHEN DOBYNS: 2 by HAYDEN CARRUTH WRITING IN THE AFTERLIFE by BILLY COLLINS AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |
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