Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
From TeneriffeFrederic William Henry Myers (18431901)
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Throned on the solitary seas,
Immersed in amethystine air,
Haunt of Hesperides!
Farewell! I leave Madeira thus
Drowned in a sunset glorious,
The Holy Harbour fading far
Beneath a blaze of cinnabar.
The scattered flocks of cloudland close,
An alabaster wall, erewhile
Much redder than the rose!—
Falls like a sleep on souls forspent
Majestic Night’s abandonment;
Wakes like a waking life afar
Hung o’er the sea one eastern star.
Perfected sempiternal whole!
And is the World’s in very truth
An impercipient Soul?
Or doth that Spirit, past our ken,
Live a profounder life than men,
Awaits our passing days, and thus
In secret places calls to us?
Thy transient individual breath;—
Behold, thou knowest not at all
What kind of thing is Death:
And here indeed might Death be fair,
If Death be dying into air,—
If souls evanish’d mix with thee,
Illumined Heaven, eternal Sea.