BEND low and hark with me, my Dear, How the winds sigh! A voice is on them that I fear, It brings the by-gone days so near, Like a soul's cry. Those whom we bury out of sight -- How still they lie! Beyond the reaches of the Light, Outside the realm of Day and Night -- Do they not die? Shall we unbar the long-shut door -- You, Dear, or I? -- Could Love be what Love was before If we should call them back once more, And they reply? Would they Life's largess claim again? They draw too nigh. Oh, winds, be still! You shall not pain My heart with that long-hushed refrain As you sweep by. The Dead have had their shining day -- Why should they try To listen to the words we say -- To breathe their blight upon our May -- Yet the winds sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE MOTHER'S HEART by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE DON JUAN: CANTO 6 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |