'TIS long, dear Annie, since we met, Yet deem not that my heart, For all that absence, can forget A kinsman's pious part. How oft on thee, a sufferer mild, My kindly thoughts I turn, He knows, upon whose altar piled The prayers of suppliants burn. I love thy name, admiring all Thy sacred heaven-sent pain; I love it, for it seems to call The Lost to earth again. Can I forget, @3she@1 to thy ueed Her ministry supplied, Who now, from mortal duty freed, Serves at the Virgin's side? What would'st thou more? Upon thy head A two-fold grace is pour'd; -- Both in thyself, and for the dead, A witness of thy Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY LONDON VOLUNTARIES: 3. SCHERZANDO by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON VETERAN SIRENS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |