"OFT have I fronted Death, nor feared his might! To me immortal, this dim Finite seems Like some waste low-land, crossed by wandering streams Whose clouded waves scarce catch our yearning sight: Clearer by far, the imperial Infinite! Though its ethereal radiance only gleams In exaltations of majestic dreams, Such dreams portray God's heaven of heavens aright!" Thou blissful Faith! that on death's imminent brink Thus much of heaven's mysterious truth hast told! Soul-life aspires, though all the stars should sink; Not vain our loftiest instinct's upward stress, Nor hath the immortal hope shone clear and bold, To quench at death, his torch in nothingness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FORT GRISWOLD, SEPT. 6, 1781 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MY FOOLISH DEEDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13 by THOMAS CAMPION |