The same blue-bending dome encanopies Thine ashes and the spark that kindles mine; Upon the selfsame bosom we recline, When with the wind, the wave, land-lessening, dies And, 'twixt our souls the star-wrought mysteries -- Of Hope the sacred oracles divine -- Steadfast above the vault of darkness shine, To point the path benighted to the skies. For there, of dreams unsepulchred and free "To face the vast sweet Visage, unafraid," That erst thy spirit reverenced to see In Nature's lowliest lineaments portrayed, Thou keepest watchful memory of me, A lingering phantom of the mortal shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OF BEAUTY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG QUATORZAINS: 10. TO POESY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE INVIOLATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE HARVEST by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER THE APOLOGY; ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS by CHARLES CHURCHILL |