TRUE-HEARTED friend of all true friendliness! -- Brother of all true brotherhoods! -- Thy hand And its late pressure now we understand Most fully, as it falls thus gestureless And Silence lulls thee into sweet excess Of sleep. Sleep thou content! -- Thy loved Southland Is swept with tears, as rain in sunshine; and Through all the frozen North our eyes confess Like sorrow -- seeing still the princely sign Set on thy lifted brow, and the rapt light Of the dark, tender, melancholy eyes -- Thrilled with the music of those lips of thine, And yet the fire thereof that lights the night With the white splendor of thy prophecies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN AT LEXINGTON by KATHARINE LEE BATES SEEING A STRANGE WOMAN DEAD by A. G. BECKMANN QUATORZAINS: 8. TO SILENCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BURNS - EXTEMPORE by ROBERT BURNS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 16 by THOMAS CAMPION |