Not in annihilation lost, nor given
To darkness art thou fled from us and light,
O strong and sentient spirit; no more heaven
Of ancient joys,
no silence eremite
but the Omnipresent thought
Of which thou wast a part and earthly hour,
Took back its gift Into that splendour caught
Thou hast not lost thy special brightness.
Remains with thee and old genial force
Unseen for blinding light; not darkly lurks:
As when a sacred river in its course
Dives into ocean, there its strength abides
Not less because with vastness wed and works
Unnoticed in the grandeur of the. tides.