Smother thy flickering light, the vigil's o'er. Hope, early wounded, of his wounds is dead. Many a night long he smiled, his drooping head Laid on thy breast, and that brave smile he wore Not yet from his unbreathing lips is fled. Enough: on mortal sweetness look no more, Pent in this charnel-house, fling wide the door And on the stars that killed him gaze instead. The world's too vast for hope. The unteachable sun Rises again and will reflood his sphere, Blotting with light what yesterday was done; But the unavailing truth, though dead, lives on, And in eternal night, unkindly clear, A cold moon gilds the waves of Acheron. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS A HOLIDAY by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON |