HOW awful is the presence of the dead! The hours rebuked, stand silent at their side; Passions are hushed before that stern repose; Two, and two only, sad exception share -- Sorrow and love, -- and these are paramount. How deep the sorrow, and how strong the love! Seeming as utterly unfelt before. Ah! parting tries their depths. At once arise Affection's treasures, never dreamed till then. Death teaches heavy lessons hard to bear; And most it teaches us what we have lost, In losing those who loved us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK |