Classic and Contemporary Poetry

ULTIMA, by EMILE DESPAX
First Line: Musing I seem upon the glistening space
Last Line: We shall be one through pain.

MUSING I seem upon the glistening space
Among the trees to see
A white bust glimmer on a marble base.
My brother says: 'Tis he.

Brother, though thou love farthest island ways,
Strange sky and ultimate main,
I books and perfect verse and quiet days,
We shall be one through pain.