HERE in the dark what ghostly figures press! -- No phantom of the Past, or grim or sad; No wailing spirit of woe; no spectre, clad In white and wandering cloud, whose dumb distress Is that its crime it never may confess; No shape from the strewn sea; nor they that add The link of Life and Death, -- the tearless mad, That live nor die in dreary nothingness: But blessed spirits waiting to be born -- Thoughts to unlock the fettering chains of Things; The Better Time; the Universal Good. Their smile is like the joyous break of morn; How fair, how near, how wistfully they brood! Listen! that murmur is of angels' wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? by HAMLIN GARLAND LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD |