28.10.2007, 15:27
ON THE DEATH OF A WORLDLY-MINDED MAN.
HEED not a world that neither thee can keep,
Nor vestige of thee, whatsoe'er thy lot
Of thee or thine, nor mark when thou art not,
No more ! engulfed within the sounding deep,
Faint and more faint the billowy circles sweep,
And trembling own the shock ; then 'tis forgot :
The leaf's still image anchors on the spot,
The wave is in its noonday couch asleep.
We marked the eddying whirlpools close around
Where he had been ; but who the path profound
What thought can follow 'neath the watery floor,
'Mid sights of strangeness and untravelled caves,
Ocean's wild deeps of ever-moving waves,
A boundless, new horizon spreading o'er ?
HEED not a world that neither thee can keep,
Nor vestige of thee, whatsoe'er thy lot
Of thee or thine, nor mark when thou art not,
No more ! engulfed within the sounding deep,
Faint and more faint the billowy circles sweep,
And trembling own the shock ; then 'tis forgot :
The leaf's still image anchors on the spot,
The wave is in its noonday couch asleep.
We marked the eddying whirlpools close around
Where he had been ; but who the path profound
What thought can follow 'neath the watery floor,
'Mid sights of strangeness and untravelled caves,
Ocean's wild deeps of ever-moving waves,
A boundless, new horizon spreading o'er ?