What did the sobbing night wind say As it bore my thoughts across that bay Where dying comrades waved their hand And vanished into the shadow land? Each surge and swell was a funeral knell And only tolled "Farewell, farewell!" And the word was wafted, wail on wail, Like a wounded wind in a tattered sail, Till my heart grew sick of the grief-blown bay, And I looked beyond to the Gates of Day, And I cried, "O God, touch thou mine ear— At the turn o' the tide I wait to hear!" Now, this is the message that floats to me On the wings of Faith from the Infinite sea, Fresh from the lips we laid in the sod, Now limpid with life and the glory of God— Singing and ringing it crosses the wave, "Heaven is true, be brave, be brave." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST THE HARLOT'S HOUSE by OSCAR WILDE ON CHURCH COMMUNION by JOHN BYROM JERICHO, VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY CONCERT FOR EARTH by HELEN FERGUSON CAUKIN |