LEAVE him here in the fresh greening grasses and trees And the symbols of love, and the solace of these -- The saintly white lilies and blossoms he keeps In endless caress as he breathlessly sleeps. The tears of our eyes wrong the scene of his rest, For the sky's at its clearest -- the sun's at its best -- The earth at its greenest -- its wild bud-and-bloom At its sweetest -- and sweetest its honey'd perfume. Home! home! -- Leave him here in his lordly estate, And with never a tear as we turn from the gate! Turn back to the home that will know him no more, -- The vines at the window -- the sun through the door. -- Nor sound of his voice, nor the light of his face! . . . But the birds will sing on, and the rose, in his place, Will tenderly smile till we daringly feign He is home with us still, though the tremulous rain Of our tears reappear, and again all is bloom, And all prayerless we sob in the long-darkened room. Heaven portions it thus -- the old mystery dim, -- It is midnight to us -- it is morning to him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA LEMNISCUS AD COLUMNAM S. SIMEONIS STYLITAE APPENSUS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NO CONTINUING CITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |