No sound over the deep, only the desolate foam, White in the evening mist, of the last wave home: No sound over the fields, only the lonely cry Of the last bird speeding to rest and nest 'neath the darkening sky. I walk and I think of you here -- your courage, your truth; I know, Though the lips and the heart be silenced, and the eyes into darkness go, These still may live within me, if I keep my truth, and am brave; Nor mourn too sadly, wildly for one who mourns no more in the grave. Yet, yet, even you will forgive, if a grief, as still as the sea With all its waters a flood at peace, call on hope's shores for thee; You will forgive, if a late bird weary, 'neath a sorrow as dark as the night, Cry low, sad, keen, in so deep a peace, your dear name, once, in the height. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |