OH! droop thou not, my gentle earthly love! Mine still to be! I bore through death, to brighter lands above, My thoughts of thee. Yes! the deep memory of our holy tears, Our mingled prayer, Our suffering love, through long devoted years, Went with me there. It was not vain, the hallowed and the tried -- It was not vain! Still, though unseen, still hovering at thy side, I watch again! From our own paths, our love's attesting bowers, I am not gone, In the deep calm of midnight's whispering hours, Thou art not lone: Not lone, when by the haunted stream thou weepest -- That stream whose tone Murmurs of thoughts, the richest and the deepest, We two have known: Not lone, when mournfully some strain awaking Of days long past, From thy soft eyes the sudden tears are breaking, Silent and fast: Not lone, when upwards in fond visions turning Thy dreamy glance, Thou seek'st my home, where solemn stars are burning O'er night's expanse. My home is near thee, loved one! and around thee, Where'er thou art; Though still mortality's thick cloud hath bound thee, Doubt not thy heart! Hear its low voice, nor deem thyself forsaken -- Let faith be given To the still tones which oft our being waken -- They are of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE GRAVE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE TRANSFIGURATION by MARGIE B. BOSWELL FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. DEDICATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON A YOUNG POETESS'S GRAVE by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN ON THE MEANING OF ST. PAUL'S EXPRESSION OF SPEAKING WITH TONGUES by JOHN BYROM |