In yonder halls reclining Are forms surpassing fair, And brilliant lights are shining, But, oh! the dead are there! There's music, song and dance, There's banishment of care, And mirth in every glance, But, oh! the dead are there! The wine cup's sparkling glow Blends with the viands rare, There's revelry and show, But still, the dead are there! 'Neath that flow of song and mirth Runs the current of despair, But the simple sons of earth Know not the dead are there! They'll shudder start and tremble, They'll weep in wild despair When the solemn truth breaks on them, That the dead, the dead are there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST REVERY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD F.B.C.; CHANCELLORSVILLE, MAY 3, 1863 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER HYMN by MARIE JOSEPH BLAISE CHENIER THE HUE AND THE CRY AFTER SIR JOHN PRESBYTER by JOHN CLEVELAND |