There is a love so strong it dares defy Relentless Death. From that dark mystery It reaches out to comfort us; but we, Who mourn because beloved flesh must die, Weep unaware. If only we would try To pierce the shadows, death's dark veil might be One moment lifted—we might touch or see. Instead we weep while priceless moments fly. And yet it seems that we can dimly sense A something near, intangible, unseen, A mystic source of life from which intense Vitality floods out to us. We lean To ancient dogmas, therefore little guess That love has sought to lighten our distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SONNET: 8. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY by JOHN MILTON TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON MARTYRS TO THE MAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |