"IF I CANNOT SEE THEE PRESENT I WILL MOURN THEE ABSENT, FOR THIS ALSO IS A PROOF OF LOVE" @3Thomas a Kempis@1 WE do not find Him on the difficult earth, In surging human-kind, In wayside death or accidental birth, Or in the "march of mind." Nature, her nests, her prey, the fed, the caught, Hide Him so well, so well, His steadfast secret there seems to our thought Life's saddest miracle. He's but conjectured in man's happiness, Suspected in man's tears, Or lurks beyond the long, discouraged guess, Grown fainter through the years. But absent, absent now? Ah, what is this, Near as in child-birth bed, Laid on our sorrowful hearts, close to a kiss? A homeless childish head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE FOUR SEASONS by PHILIP AYRES THE BABE OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY BEER TO THE MOONFLOWER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS ODE TO HEALTH by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE THE JOLLY COMPANY by RUPERT BROOKE THE INN ALBUM: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING |