IN the vast realms of unconjectured space, Where devious paths eternally outspread, Where farthest stars their mighty marches tread, And unknown suns through unknown systems pace, What power can give our longing hearts the grace To follow feet that long ago have fled, Among the thronging populace of the dead To find the welcome of the one dear face? Nay! Let the souls throng round us! I am I, And you are you! We should not vainly seek: Would you not hear, though faint and far my call? Nay, were we dust, and had no lips to speak, Our very atoms on the winds blown by Would meet, and cling, whatever might befall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |