ONCE more a singing soul's most airy vessel Hath on its journey sped; Once more we linger by the shadowy waters, Mourning a spirit fled. Yet, lingering here, we catch the tender vision Of Beauty, throned above, As fondly welcoming a spirit laden With beauty and with love; For she who left us hath with love deep freighted Her spirit's ample powers She filled her life, her very name with beauty. Like a rare urn with flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER APRIL - AND DYING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES |