THE vision will vanish for ever, <br /> That gildeth this moment thy track; <br />And in vain were the noblest endeavour <br /> To call the enchantment back. <br /> <br />Yet pine not; a balm—an ovation <br /> Is thine in the thought, that the day <br />Will come when thy bleak desolation <br /> Will pass like thy vision away.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-oracle-4/
