THROUGHOUT the world in vain, in vain they sought Some solid good to fill the restless mind; The long desired, but still unfound, to find, The heart's last refuge and the goal of thought; What, in its depths, the burning soul has wrought Of visions moulded with consuming fire, And all that sprang spontaneous to the lyre, In harmonies of golden words, they caught; Upon the mountain-top, where silence broods, They questioned of the stars; and by the shore Asked of its waves, and pondered all the lore Of peopled plain, or taught in solemn woods; Without,—within,—alas, how vain the quest! Nor mind, nor nature breathed Heaven's holiest whisper, REST. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CUMNOR HALL by WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL A DAY IN THE CASTLE OF ENVY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO THE RUSSIAN REVOLUTION by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |