English poem
Of That High World
by Lord Byron
If that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherished heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears-- How welcome those untrodden spheres! How sweet this very hour to die! To soar from earth and find all fears Lost in thy light--Eternity!
It must be so: 'tis not for self That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o'erleap the gulf, Yet cling to Being's severing link. Oh! in that future let us think To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
More by Lord Byron
- Ode From the French
- Ode on Venice
- Ode to a Lady Whose Lover Was Killed by a Ball, Which at the Same Time Shivered a Portrait Next His Heart
- Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte
- Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom
- Oh! Weep for Those
- On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
- On a Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken