So when the old delight is born anew, And God re-animates the early bliss, Seems it not all as one first trembling kiss Ere soul knew soul with whom she has to do? O nights how desolate, O days how few, O death in life, if life be this, be this! O weigh'd alone as one shall win or miss The faint eternity which shines therethro'! Lo, all that age is as a speck of sand Lost on the long beach where the tides are free, And no man metes it in his hollow hand Nor cares to ponder it, how small it be; At ebb it lies forgotten on the land And at full tide forgotten in the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS |