SUBLIME the music -- poet of the dead -- Thy heart pour'd forth in wild impassion'd strain; Through mystic chords of wonder and of dread, There throbs a note of living woe or pain. I see thee, glory-robed, on Fame's high throne, And crown'd with laurel and pale asphodel; But, oh! the yearning pathos of those eyes, The shades of sadness that within them dwell! -- Like clouds that dim the great sun-lighted skies! I deem thy sad lips breathe one word alone, The name of her who might have been thine own; But thou hast now the bliss on earth denied, And it may be thy spirit's spirit-bride First bade thee welcome to God's paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR THE LITTLE TURTLE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE HERO OF VIMY; AN INCIDENT OF THE GREAT WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON |