It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind nor rain, Nor hills nor valleys: but one even plain Stretches through long unbroken miles away, While through the sluggish air a twilight gray Broodeth: no moons or seasons wax and wane, No ebb and flow are there along the main, No bud-time, no leaf-falling, there for aye: -- No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand, No beat of wings to stir the stagnant space: No pulse of life through all the loveless land And loveless sea; no trace of days before, No guarded home, no toil-won resting-place, No future hope, nor fear for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT ONE TO SPARE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WELCOME, LITTLE STRANGER (BY A DISPLACED THREE-YEAR-OLD) by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |