Victor James Daley

Here you will find the Poem Life of poet Victor James Daley


What know we of the dead, who say these things, 
Or of the life in death below the mould-- 
What of the mystic laws that rule the old 
Grey realms beyond our poor imaginings 
Where death is life? The bird with spray-wet wings 
Knows more of what the deeps beneath him hold. 
Let be! Warm hearts shall never wax a-cold, 
But burn in roses through eternal springs; 
For all the vanished fruit and flower of Time 
Are flower and fruit in worlds we cannot see, 
And all we see is as a shadow-mime 
Of things unseen, and Time that comes to flee 
Is but the broken echo of a rhyme 
In God's great epic of Eternity.