What is the worth of Pantheistic dreams?— Oh, what avails it at the hour of death To mix our souls with countless roses' breath, Or with the shining June-sky's sunset-gleams, Or with the glory of blue-rippling streams? What joy is there in groping underneath The soil, to spring in roots of purple heath,— What human rapture in the moon's white beams? One hour of human life, though it be wild And mad and sinful, is a nobler spell Than long eternities in green deep dell, Mixed with the spirits of the snow-drops mild: Diviner is it passionate hand to hold Than to blend limp souls with the lilies' gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON CHOICE OF EXIT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON THE TOPMOST BOUGH by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE NEW ARGONAUTS by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER OF ONE REMEMBERED by ELIZABETH COPMANN POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 16. THE DEALER AND CLERK by GEORGE CRABBE |