Unknown Shore

Darkling we stand upon the Unknown Shore
Of worlds unguessed at. Our poor feet have strayed,
Not knowing, over paths still unessayed,
And hosts invisible cry us to the fore.
Earth's barriers are fallen, and the light
Streams in upon us from the Upper Field
Myriad with souls whose lips for ages sealed
Now flash their signals wide across our night.

Nothing has perished. The earliest lark
That thrilled the silence of the world's first spring,
Still carols somewhere on the bough or wing.
There is no death: daybreak is of the dark;
The glow of vanished star-streams and old skies
Still shines immortally from out our eyes.
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