UPON the landscape of his coming life <br />A youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair: <br />The heights of work, the floods of praise, were there. <br />What friendships, what desires, what love, what wife?— <br />All things to come. The fanned springtime was rife <br />With imminent solstice; and the ardent air <br />Had summer sweets and autumn fires to bear;— <br />Heart's ease full-pulsed with perfect strength for strife. <br />A mist has risen: we see the youth no more: <br />Does he see on and strive on? And may we <br />Late-tottering world-worn hence, find his to be <br />The young strong hand which helps us up that shore? <br />Or, echoing the No More with Nevermore, <br />Must Night be ours and his? We hope: and he?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untimely-lost-oliver-madox-brown-born-1855-died-1874/
