SOMETIMES a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where, With, all down darkness wide, his wading light? Men go by me whom either beauty bright In mould or mind or what not else makes rare: They rain against our much-thick and marsh air Rich beams, till death or distance buys them quite. Death or distance soon consumes them: wind What most I may eye after, be in at the end I cannot, and out of sight is out of mind. Christ minds: Christ's interest, what to avow or amend There, eyes them, heart wants, care haunts, foot follows kind, Their ransom, their rescue, and first, fast, last friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS THE CLOUDS: SOCRATES' EXPERIMENTS by ARISTOPHANES ICH DIEN by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST GRAVE OF HOWARD by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES IN MEMORIAM by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE POET AND THE BIRD; A FABLE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |