O WANDERER in unknown lands, what cheer? How dost thou fare on thy mysterious way? What strange light breaks upon thy distant day, Yet leaves me lonely in the darkness here? Oh, bide no longer in that far-off sphere: Though all Heaven's cohorts should thy footsteps stay, Break through their splendid, militant array, And answer to my call, O dead and dear! I shall not fear thee, howsoe'er thou come; Thy coldness will not chill, though Death is cold; A touch, and I shall know thee, -- or a breath; Speak the old, well-known language, or be dumb; Only come back! Be near me as of old; So thou and I shall triumph over Death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 13 by ALFRED TENNYSON |