Beneath the dome of Yesterday, My buried Self I see -- Of Time a portion passed away, And nevermore to be. Beneath tomorrow's dome, a breath Of unawakened Morn, I wait nativity -- of Death Or Life a babe unborn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON TO FORTUNE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 1. SUNRISE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE THREE MUSICIANS by AUBREY BEARDSLEY |