How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Been dead indeed, -- as we shall know for ever. Alas! we think not what we daily see About our hearths, -- angels, that @3are@1 to be, Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air, -- A child a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours, breeding its future wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL by CHARLES HENRY WEBB A COURTESAN'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT AVRETT IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION KING VICTOR EMANUEL ENTERS FLORENCE, APRIL, 1860 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |