The hour had struck, but still the air was fill'd With the long sequence of that mighty tone; A wild AEolian afternote, that thrill'd My spirit, as I kiss'd that dear headstone; A voice that seem'd through all the Past to go - From the bell's mouth the lonely cadence swept, Like the faint cry of unassisted woe, Till, in my profitless despair, I wept; My hope seem'd wreck'd! but soon I ceased to mourn; A nobler meaning in that voice I found, Whose scope lay far beyond that burial-ground; 'Twas grief, but grief to distant glory bound! Faith took the helm of that sweet wandering sound, And turn'd it heavenwards, to its proper bourne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY |