I SING to @3him!@1 I dream he hears The song he used to love, And oft that blessed fancy cheers And bears my thoughts above. Ye say, 't is idle thus to dream -- But why believe it so? It is the spirit's meteor gleam, To soothe the pang of woe. Love gives to nature's voice a tone That true hearts understand, -- The sky, the earth, the forest lone Are peopled by his wand; Sweet fancies all our pulses thrill While gazing on a flower, And from the gently whisp'ring rill Are heard the words of power. I breathe the dear and cherish'd name, And long-lost scenes arise; Life's glowing landscape spreads the same The same Hope's kindling skies; -- The violet bank, the moss-fringed seat Beneath the drooping tree, The clock that chimed the hour to meet, My buried love, with thee; -- O, these are all before me, when In fancy's realms I rove; Why urge me to the world again? Why say the ties of love, That death's cold, cruel grasp has riven, Unite no more below? I'll sing to him, -- for though in heaven. He surely heeds my wo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN OLD VERMONT CELLAR HOLE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY OUR OLD CENTER-TOWN VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |