WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house one day I viewed the countless skulls, so strangely mated, And of old times I thought that now were gray. Close packed they stand that once so fiercely hated, And hardy bones that to the death contended, Are lying crossed,—to lie forever, fated. What held those crooked shoulder-blades suspended? No one now asks; and limbs with vigor fired, The hand, the foot—their use in life is ended. Vainly ye sought the tomb for rest when tired; Peace in the grave may not be yours; ye're driven Back into daylight by a force inspired; But none can love the withered husk, though even A glorious noble kernel it containèd. To me, an adept, was the writing given Which not to all its holy sense explainèd. When 'mid the crowd, their icy shadows flinging, I saw a form that glorious still remainèd, And even there, where mould and damp were clinging, Gave me a blest, a rapture-fraught emotion, As though from death a living fount were springing. What mystic joy I felt! What rapt devotion! That form, how pregnant with a godlike trace! A look, how did it whirl me toward that ocean Whose rolling billows mightier shapes embrace! Mysterious vessel! Oracle how dear! Even to grasp thee is my hand too base, Except to steal thee from thy prison here With pious purpose, and devoutly go Back to the air, free thoughts, and sunlight clear. What greater gain in life can man e'er know Than when God-Nature will to him explain How into Spirit steadfastness may flow, How steadfast, too, the Spirit-Born remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EVENING MUSIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |