I dreamed the setting sun would rise no more. My spirit fled; nor sought an aimless sun Whirled madly on through pathless space, and free Amid a world of worlds enthralled. Ah no! But deep within a silent solitude It lingered on. The twilight waned; across The hills and dark'ning sky the west wind stole, And broad-cast spread the sun-path gathered gold, Undying memories of the hopeless dead. The dew of sadness fell, and far into The coming night of storm and calm I gazed. Oh, sadness, who may tell what joy is thine? A whisper breathed: "What lies unvoiced on earth Is heaven sung." And gloom crept softly down With longing deep as everlasting night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HEARING OF INTENTION .. TO PURCHASE THE POET'S FREEDOM by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON |