INTO the silence of the silent night He passed, whom all men honor; and the sun Arose to shine upon a world undone, And barren lives, bereft of Life's delight. The morning air was chill with sudden blight, And Winter's cruel triumph had begun; But He to some far Summer shore had won, Whose splendor hides him from our dazzled sight. Not England's pride alone, this Lord of Song! We -- heirs to Shakespeare's and to Milton's speech -- Claim heritage from Tennyson's proud years: To us his spacious, splendid lines belong -- We, too, repeat his praises, each to each -- We share his glory, and we share your tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE TELL'S BIRTHPLACE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON EPITAPH ON SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |