Consolation. How vibrant the word And how endearing! Yet, in the first days of our affliction, It falls on the heart unhearing, Or like far-distant music scarcely heard. When the flames of grief have burned to ashes, Then will only embers glow In the stricken heart, Until anguish becomes a thing apart And we cease to know The bitter pain of sorrow. Then over the mind there flashes A summons, a hope, a word For the more courageous morrow, And the consolation of friends That seemed like distant music Reverberates through our being To cheer and make amends ... For the heart is not unhearing, Nor the melody unheard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS BODY AND SOUL: A METAPHYSICAL ARGUMENT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |