And now the child is gone.—Her simple woes Will torture thine almighty brain no more. Thou art free,—thou art free! Thy shackled life is o'er: Her death wide open life's gold gateway throws. Thou hast thy longed-for infinite repose! Now thou mayest ponder on the lonely shore Uninterrupted, and thy soul outpour: No more the stream of questions by thee flows. Silence is thine. And is the silence rest?— I asked the question: and I was aware Of a lone man who beat upon his breast, And sighed, and groaned to the unanswering air, "All fame and genius would I give to hold Once more in mine the child's hand as of old!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM FAREWELL TO ARRAS by ADAM DE LA HALLE THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |