I called you through the silent night Across the brooding deep, I sought you in the shadowland From out the world—asleep; No answer echoed to my call, And now my way I thread About the lowly mounds that rise Among the silent dead. Though voiceless, you will hear my call, Your soul will heed my cry, Will rise, and mock the prison where Your bones recumbent lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN |