TO - (Thought travels past thee with intenser glow)

[ZaunköniG]

TO

Thought travels past thee with intenser glow,
And nobler visions burn upon thine eye,
Than other souls e'er knew of, or can know ;
Massing delicious thought, and fancies high,
From hour to hour, thy spirit teems with joy,
Nor seldom with unrest ; for, when the mind
O'er many themes keeps survey unconfined.
Death will be one ;—'tis surely sad to die !
Placed at the limit of all mortal being,
The mute unquestionable shadow stands,
Whose simple mandate binds the giant's hands
Helpless, and seals the keenest eye from seeing !
We own his power, but know not whence he came ;
We call him Death—he telleth not his name !