Analysis of Faith, Love and Death

GREY dawn—and lucent star that slowly paled   
 Beyond the breaking splendour of the years,   
 When boyhood’s heart looked up to heaven, through tears   
Of joy, to see the glory of God unveiled:   

High noon—and bridal earth, whose footsteps failed           
 For very love—when passionate hopes and fears   
 Dazzled the flowers, made music in the ears,   
And through the trancéd wood their splendour trailed.   

Calm eventide—afar the lonely west   
 Dreams of the wondrous day, and dreaming, lies           
 With folded hands, still lips, and weary eyes   
Searching the shadows of eternal rest:   

Childhood, and youth, and age—for each a prize,   
Faith—Love—and Death—I know not which is best.