I have recovered it. What? Eternity. It is the sea Matched with the sun. My sentinel soul, Let us murmur the vow Of the night so void And of the fiery day. Of human sanctions, Of common transports, You free yourself: You soar according . . . From your ardor alone, Embers of satin, Duty exhales, Without any one saying: at last. Never a hope; No genesis. Skill with patience . . . Anguish is certain. I have recovered it. What? Eternity. It is the sea Matched with the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO THEOPHILE GAUTIER by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE RETIREMENT: AN ODE by JAMES BEATTIE THE AWAKENING OF THE TREES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WORK THAT SAVES by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE |