"CAN the soul die, believe you? Because it seems to me My soul is dead and buried, So still it seems to be. "It quivers not with joy; It moaneth not with pain; There is no note in nature Awakens it again. "Those white clouds in the azure; Those lanes; those breezy trees; Those softly gliding swallows; Those fluted melodies; "Those shadows in the meadows, Running a fitful race; With pleasure once they thrilled me, But coldly now I gaze." Fear not; oh! not so lightly The soul of mortal dies; It has but wept itself to sleep, And all unconscious lies. The surging feelings overwrought, They have but ebbed away, And left the soul a little while With all their changeful spray. But stronger, deeper, fuller, in The billowy tide will roll, And overflood, with life and love, The ever living soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |