Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness that we dread? Shall he for whose applause I strove, I had such reverence for his blame, See with clear eye some hidden shame, And I be lessened in his love? I wrong the grave with fear untrue: Shall love be blamed for want or faith? There must be wisdom with great Death: The dead shall look me through and through. Be near us when we climb or fall: Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours With larger other eyes than ours, To make allowance for us all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DEATH OF AUTUMN by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |