The thought of night consoled him. To his vision Natalia was dead only in false death, The sleeping treason of some false misprision, Some silent mystery of shortened breath, Not dead in truth for ever and to him, Or to that other life his dream foretold:— Her murderers these. And in his heart the whim Rose he should draw her from her cincture cold, And set his lips upon her lips once more, And free her spirit thus from its dull trance, And all should be between them as before, Only more dear for her deliverance. And darkly there he smiled as, their work done, The mourners left him with their dead alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 25 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX THE LOST CHILD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |