She died in her fullest beauty, -- God be with her lovers! God be with them when the first snow covers All the ground about her grave, When awkward-fingered frost displays The cruelest means to misbehave. God go with them on their ways That first clear night of winter when The earth is cleft by sword-sharp ice That clasps the frigid dead, -- God be with them then. But when in April's strange device They read some sorrow we've not seen, -- As when the lilacs, winterkilled, Remind us of the joy they'd been, When spring sets sun to wake the tilled Land again and man discovers mate, May God be with her lovers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI TO A HUMMING BIRD by GLADYS ARNE THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |