I have foreknown Thee! Oh, I have foreknown Thee. Going, The years have shown me Thy premonitory face. Intolerably clear, the farthest sky is glowing. I wait in silence Thy withheld and worshiped grace. The farthest sky is glowing: white for Thy appearing. Yet terror clings to me. Thy image will be strange. And insolent suspicion will rouse upon Thy nearing. The features long foreknown, beheld at last, will change. How shall I then be fallen!—low, with no defender: Dead dreams will conquer me; the glory, glimpsed, will change. The farthest sky is glowing! Nearer looms the splendor! Yet terror clings to me. Thy image will be strange. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 7. LESSON FOR THE PROUD by T. BAKER LA REVANCHE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CARE by VIRGINIA WOODWARD CLOUD LINES, WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT, IN THE PROSPECT OF A BEREAVEMENT by ELIZA COOK |