No sound or sight, no voice or vision came When that fulfilled itself which was to be,— The crash that whelmed mine inner world in flame And rolled its rivers backward from the sea. Nay, many a fjeld and fjord of ancient name Lay that long night without one sign for me; Gudvangen, Vossevangen, slept the same, And dream was on the woods of Oiloë. Yet surely once thou camest! and the whole Dark deep of heaven sighed thy tale to tell; Lost like Eurydice's thy spirit stole Wildered between the forest and the fell;— Only mine eyes were holden, and my soul Too roughly tuned to feel thy last farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 97 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |