Far away, As we hear The song of wild swans winging Through the day, The thought of him, who is no more, comes ringing On my ear. Gentle fear On the breast Of my memory comes breaking, Near and near, As night winds' murmurous music waking Seas at rest. As the blest Tearful eye Sees the sun, behind the ocean, Red i' th' west, Grow pale, and in changing hues and fading motion Wane and die: So do I Wake or dream * * * | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |