COME hither and behold this lady's face, Who lies asleep, as if strong Death had kissed Upon her eyes the kiss none can resist, And held her fast in his prolonged embrace! See the still lips, which grant no answering grace To Love's fond prayers, and the sweet, carven smile, Sign of some dream-born joy which did beguile The dreaming soul from its fair resting-place! So will she look when Death indeed has sway O'er her dear loveliness, and holds her fast In that last sleep which knows nor night nor day, Which hopes no future, contemplates no past; So will she look; but now, behold! she wakes -- Thus, from the Night, Dawn's sunlit beauty breaks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY LINES ON EXODUS 3:14 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER |