THINK you the dead are lonely in that place? They are companioned by the leaves and grass, By many a beautiful and vanished face, By all the strange and lovely things that pass. Sunsets and dawnings and the starry vast, The swinging moon, the tracery of trees -- These they shall know more perfectly at last, They shall be intimate with such as these. 'T is only for the living Beauty dies, Fades and drifts from us with too brief a grace, Beyond the changing tapestry of skies Where dwells her perfect and immortal face. For us the passage brief; -- the happy dead Are ever by great beauty visited. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON LILIES: 22. THE VEIL OF BLISS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CHILDREN OF LIGHT by BERNARD BARTON WHERE THE DEAD MEN LIE by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE FIERCE BIRDS by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |