IF, then, our life is shorter than a day Lost in all time; if the revolving year Hurries our days past hope to reappear; If all things born must fail and pass away-- What, O my prisoned soul, dost dream of? Say! Why so much love our days of darkness here, If to take flight to an abode more dear, Well-feathered wings you on your shoulders sway? There is the good which every soul desires, There the repose to which the world aspires, And there is love and pleasure evermore. There, O my soul, rapt to the highest skies, You will in actual substance recognize Th' ideal beauty which I now adore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM |