Poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Sonnet 29. Life and Death. 1.

O SOLEMN portal, veiled in mist and cloud,
Where all who have lived throng in, an endless line,
Forbid to tell by backward look or sign
What destiny awaits the advancing crowd;
Bourne crossed but once with no return allowed;
Dumb, spectral gate, terrestrial yet divine,
Beyond whose arch all powers and fates combine,
Pledged to divulge no secrets of the shroud.
Close, close behind we step, and strive to catch
Some whisper in the dark, some glimmering light;
Through circling whirls of thought intent to snatch
A drifting hope — a faith that grows to sight;
And yet assured, whatever may befall,
That must be somehow best that comes to all.

1. A Child-Savior
2. Sonnet 8. You were not born to hide such gifts as yours
3. Prince Yousuf and the Alcayde
4. Sonnet 47. To G.W.C.
5. Sonnet 12. The Ocean Steamer

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