OH, say not that your little son is dead; The word too harsh and much too hopeless seems, Believe, instead, That he has left his little trundle bed To climb the hills Of morning, and to share the joy that fills God's pleasant land of dreams. Nay, say not that your little son is dead. It is not right, because it is not true. Believe, instead, He has but gone the way that you must tread, And, smiling, waits In loving ambush by those pearly gates, To laugh and leap at you. No knight that does you service can be dead, Nor idle is this young knight gone before. Believe, instead, Upon an envoy's mission he hath sped That doth import Your greatest good; for he at heaven's court Is your ambassador. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS A DAY OF DAYS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MUCKLE-MOU'D MEG by JAMES BALLANTYNE BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE; THE SHROPSHIRE BLUEBEARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |