IN that world we weary to attain, Love's furled banner floats at large unfurled; There is no more doubt and no more pain In that world. There are gems and gold and inlets pearled; There the verdure fadeth not again; There no clinging tendrils droop uncurled. Here incessant tides stir up the main, Stormy miry depths aloft are hurled: There is no more sea, or storm, or stain, In that world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN ON MRS PRIESTLEY'S LEAVING WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |