THERE is an earthly glimmer in the Tomb: And, healed in their own tears and with long sleep, My eyes unclose and feel no need to weep; But, in the corner of the narrow room, Behold Love's spirit standeth, with the bloom That things made deathless by Death's self may keep. O what a change! for now his looks are deep, And a long patient smile he can assume: While Memory, in some soft low monotone, Is pouring like an oil into mine ear The tale of a most short and hollow bliss, That I once throbbed indeed to call my own, Holding it hardly between joy and fear,— And how that broke, and how it came to this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 29 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A COMPARISON OF THE LIFE OF MAN by RICHARD BARNFIELD WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827 by EMILY JANE BRONTE |