(OLIVER MADOX BROWN. BORN 1'55; DIED 1874) UPON the landscape of his coming life A youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair: The heights of work, the floods of praise, were there. What friendships, what desires, what love, what wife?-- All things to come. The fanned springtide was rife With imminent solstice; and the ardent air Had summer sweets and autumn fires to bear;-- Heart's ease full-pulsed with perfect strength for strife. A mist has risen: we see the youth no more: Does he see on and strive on? And may we Late-tottering worldworn hence, find his to be The young strong hand which helps us up that shore? Or, echoing the No More with Nevermore, Must Night be ours and his? We hope: and he? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN STEEL MILL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |