NEAR thee, still near thee! -- o'er thy pathway gliding, Unseen I pass thee with the wind's low sigh; Life's veil enfolds thee still, our eyes dividing, Yet viewless love floats round thee silently! Not midst the festal throng, In halls of mirth and song; But when thy thoughts are deepest, When holy tears thou weepest, Know then @3that@1 love is nigh! When the night's whisper o'er thy harp-strings creeping, Or the sea-music on the sounding shore, Or breezy anthems through the forest sweeping, Shall move thy trembling spirit to adore; When every thought and prayer We loved to breathe and share, On thy full heart returning, Shall wake its voiceless yearning; Then feel me near once more! Near thee, still near thee! -- trust thy soul's deep dreaming! Oh! love is not an earthly rose to die! Even when I soar where fiery stars are beaming, Thine image wanders with me through the sky. The fields of air are free, Yet lonely, wanting thee; But when thy chains are falling, When heaven its own is calling, Know then, thy guide is nigh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES ON HEARING AN AEOLIAN HARP by PETER BAYLEY JR. A CLASSICAL CONTRAST by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |