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 Received thee;

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.

Power 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.