IT lies around us like a cloud, -- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; Amid our worldly cares Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between With breathings almost heard. The silence -- awful, sweet, and calm -- They have no power to break; For mortal words are not for them To utter or partake. So thin, so soft so sweet they glide, So near to press they seem, -- They seem to lull us to our rest, And melt into our dream. And in the hush of rest they bring 'T is easy now to see How lovely and how sweet a pass The hour of death may be. To close the eye, and close the ear, Rapt in a trance of bliss, And gently dream in loving arms To swoon to that -- from this. Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep, Scarce asking where we are, To feel all evil sink away, All sorrow and all care. Sweet souls around us! watch us still, Press nearer to our side, Into our thoughts, into our prayers, With gentle helpings glide. Let death between us be as naught, A dried and vanished stream; Your joy be the reality, Our suffering life the dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MIDGES by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |