Where beams the sun the brightest In the noons of sweet July? Where falls the snow the lightest From bleak December's sky? Where can the weary lay his head And lay it safe the while In a grave that never shuts its dead From heaven's benignant smile? Upon the earth in sunlight Spring grass grows green and fair But beneath the earth is midnight -- Eternal midnight there! Then why lament that those we love Escape Earth's dungeon Tomb? As if the flowers that blow above Could charm its undergloom -- From morning's faintest dawning Till evening's deepest shade Thou wilt not cease thy mourning To know where she is laid; But if to weep above her grave Be such a priceless boon Go, shed thy tears in Ocean's wave And they will reach it soon. Yet midst thy wild repining Mad though that anguish be Think heaven on her is shining Even as it shines on thee -- With thy mind's vision pierce the Deep Look how she rests below And tell me why such blessed sleep Should cause such bitter woe? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-INTERROGATION by EMILY JANE BRONTE EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER MY AIN WIFE by ALEXANDER LAING EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP AN UNPRAISED PICTURE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOM TWIST by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |