The Poetry Corner

The Shadow Of Dawn

By William Ernest Henley

The shadow of Dawn; Stillness and stars and over-mastering dreams Of Life and Death and Sleep; Heard over gleaming flats, the old, unchanging sound Of the old, unchanging Sea. My soul and yours - O, hand in hand let us fare forth, two ghosts, Into the ghostliness, The infinite and abounding solitudes, Beyond - O, beyond! - beyond . . . Here in the porch Upon the multitudinous silences Of the kingdoms of the grave, We twain are you and I - two ghosts Omnipotence Can touch no more . . . no more!