Now, though my Love seem buried past recall And here no more this wandering radiant thing Across my path his errant way shall wing, I do not weep -- I do not grieve at all. For I have built for him a great, stone wall Within my heart and laid him softly there Closed fast his eyes and smoothed his shining hair, Planting about him lilies straight and tall. It is not Love, but Love's last form lies dead And that sealed stone within my heart will break, Which rests so heavy now upon Love's head; On some immortal dawn he will awake, And, with Love's laughter shining in his eyes, Wrapped in the garments of new life arise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER |