Uncalled By Madison Julius Cawein

As one, who, journeying westward with the sun, Beholds at length from the up-towering hills, Far off, a land unspeakable beauty fills, Circean peaks and vales of Avalon: And, sinking weary, watches, one by one, The big seas beat between; and knows it skills No more to try; that now, as Heaven wills, This is the helpless end, that all is done: So 'tis with him, whom long a vision led In quest of Beauty, and who finds at last She lies beyond his effort. All the waves Of all the world between them: While the dead, The myriad dead, who people all the Past With failure, hail him from forgotten graves.