The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition


THE solid world of sense dissolves away;

The forest swoons; the mountains swing and sway;

The sea becomes a blue amorphous mist,

Like vapours of a melted amethyst;

The whole round globe is as a bubble blown;

Nothing seems real save your soul alone.

For through your lucent eyes our dazzled sight

Espies the glimmer of immortal light;

And through your eyelid lilies sees enshrined

The deathless lilies of Eternal Mind,

And all things seem unreal and true

Beside the bright apocalypse of you.