Dumb stands the world beside a new-made tomb;
Unuttered even is the burial prayer;
Yet not unhallowed is the silent air;
A grief too deep for tears or prayers; a gloom
World-wide; for earth has seen her richest bloom
Decay and pass into the vague 'somewhere'--
That unknown sphere from which no traveller e'er
Returned to tell humanity his doom.
O mighty heart! like to the changing sea
To fury lashed, and back with sudden awe
Subsiding (as if Eolus set free
The tempests, and, relenting, called them home),
To thee--as once upon the Mount--a law
Of Truth was given from yon celestial dome.