How solemnly on mournful eyes The mystic warning rose, While o'er the Singer's forehead lies A twilight of repose. The twilight deepens into night, -- That night of frozen breath, The rigor of whose Arctic blight, We recognize as -- death! But since beyond the polar ice @3May@1 shine bright baths of balm; Past its grim barriers' last device, A crystal-hearted calm, -- Thus, ice-bound Death that guards so well His far-off, secret goal, May clasp a peace ineffable, For some who reach his pole! My poet -- is it thus with thee, Beyond this twilight gray, -- This frozen blight, this sombre sea, -- Ah! hast thou found the Day? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 6. A WIFE WAITS by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB DRINKING SONG (4) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE POLAND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |