Though I be old, alone, and dying fast, Weary of limb, infirm of step and slow, Before my darkened eyes fair visions go: Just now I heard the angels as they passed. Thou eager Soul, canst bear with lagging Death For yet awhile, as Day endures the Night? Keep clear thy vision for the inner sight, And our new form shall have immortal breath. I feel thee flutter with the life to be, O Soul, as thou would'st try thy fledging wings. Be still! Hush thou thine ear for farther things! Not long this fading form will hinder thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |