'TIS right for her to sleep between Some of those old Cathedral-walls, And right too that her grave is green With all the dew and rain that falls. 'Tis well the organ's solemn sighs Should soar and sink around her rest, And almost in her ear should rise The prayers of those she loved the best. 'Tis also well this air is stirred By Nature's voices loud and low, By thunder and the chirping bird, And grasses whispering as they grow. For all her spirit's earthly course Was as a lesson and a sign How to o'errule the hard divorce That parts things natural and divine. Undaunted by the clouds of fear, Undazzled by a happy day, She made a Heaven about her here, And took, how much! with her away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN IN THE SUBWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE F. DE SAMARA TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |