Am I awake? or do I dream? To me forever moving seem Alike the margin and the stream. I breathe; and lo, a whisper saith, "'Tis Life." A silence answereth, As if in pity, "Nay, 'tis Death." Alike the Future and the Past Proclaim, "We are but shadows cast Before and after, first and last. Between us thine eternal lot Is laid -- a consecrated spot -- Whereon we gaze, but enter not. Unpiloted -- we know not how -- Unto this new-discovered Now, We come, its guardians, as thou." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON AFTER THE WAR by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 29. CHRIST AND ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |