BEYOND the need of weeping, Beyond the reach of hands, May she be quietly sleeping, In what dim nebulous lands? Ah, she who understands! The long, long winter weather, These many years and days, Since she, and Death, together, Left me the wearier ways: And now, these tardy bays! The crown and victor's token: How are they worth to-day? The one word left unspoken, It were late now to say: But cast the palm away! For once, ah once, to meet her, Drop laurel from tired hands: Her cypress were the sweeter, In her oblivious lands: Haply she understands! Yet, crossed that weary river, In some ulterior land, Or anywhere, or ever, Will she stretch out a hand? And will she understand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO TRANQUILLITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE DANUBE AND THE EUXINE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |