I LOOK upon my life as from afar: I hear its murmur, mark its changeful sheen, (As one who from a high cliff marks the waves He just now rode on,) Beautiful, gleaming, shot with hues from heaven, With strange pale lustrebeautiful indeed, O God, from this great eminence of Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COUNTRY DOCTOR by DANA KNEELAND AKERS THE BLIND LEAD THE BLIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |