SOMETIMES when I sit musing all alone The sick diversity of human things, Into my soul, I know not how, there springs The vision of a world unlike our own. O stable Zion, perfect, endless, one, Why hauntest thou a soul that hath no wings? I look on thee as men on mirage springs, Knowing the desert bears but sand and stone. Yet as a passing mirror in the street Flashes a glimpse of gardens out of range Through some poor sick-room open to the heat, So, in a world of doubt and death and change, The vision of eternity is sweet, The vision of eternity is strange. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU MENAPHON: DORON'S JIG by ROBERT GREENE THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |