Never on this side of the grave again, On this side of the river, On this side of the garner of the grain, Never, -- Ever while time flows on and on and on, That narrow noiseless river, Ever while corn bows heavy-headed, wan, Ever, -- Never despairing, often fainting, rueing, But looking back, ah never! Faint yet pursuing, faint yet still pursuing Ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |