Silence and stealth of days! 'Tis now Since thou art gone Twelve hundred hours, and not a brow But clouds hang on. As he that in some cave's thick damp Locked from the light, Fixeth a solitary lamp To brave the night, And, walking from his sun, when past That glimmering ray Cuts through the heavy mists in haste Back to his day, So o'er fled minutes I retreat Unto that hour Which showed thee last but did defeat Thy light and power. I search and rack my soul to see Those beams again, But nothing but the snuff to me Appeareth plain; That, dark and dead, sleeps in its known And common urn, But those fled to their Maker's throne There shine and burn; O could I track them! But souls must Track one the other, And now the spirit, not the dust Must be thy brother. Yet I have one pearl by whose light All things I see, And in the heart of earth and night Find Heaven and thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN TO -- OCCASIONED BY HIS POEM ON THE SUN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 19 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NATURAL MAGIC by ROBERT BROWNING THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SPRING FANTASIES: 6. AS FLUTES OF ARCADY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |