Uncalled, by Madison 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.