WHEN you to Acheron's ugly water come Where darkness is and formless mourners brood And down the shelves of that distasteful flood Survey the human rank in order dumb. When the pale dead go forward, tortured more By nothingness and longing than by fire, Which bear their hands in suppliance with desire, With stretched desire for the ulterior shore. Then go before them like a royal ghost And tread like Egypt or like Carthage crowned; Because in your Mortality the most Of all we may inherit has been found -- Children for memory: the Faith for pride. Good land to leave: and young Love satisfied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOING FOR WATER by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 67 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |