But he -- to him, who knows what gift is thine, Death? Hardly may we think or hope, when we Pass likewise thither where to-night is he, Beyond the irremeable outer seas that shine And darken round such dreams as half divine Some sunlit harbour in that starless sea Where gleams no ship to windward or to lee, To read with him the secret of thy shrine. There too, as here, may song, delight, and love, The nightingale, the sea-bird, and the dove, Fulfil with joy the splendour of the sky Till all beneath wax bright as all above: But none of all that search the heavens, and try The sun, may match the sovereign eagle's eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL MY FAMILIAR by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by WILLIAM BLAKE |