"Two things fill the soul with an undying, ever-increasing admiration and respect: The night with its heaven of stars above us, and, in our hearts, the Moral Law." -- EMMANUEL KANT. (TO J. D.) WHEN I die, all alone, I shall look at last For thy tender face, my own, Thy face, beloved, So far removed From all our happy past... Nay, all day, all day long Still thou lingerest here... Halting in its muffled song, Thy voice, unaltered, Still murmurs, faltered, The old words still as dear. Thou art dead, years ago, Dead and in the grave; I am all alone, I know... And yet how often Thy kind eyes soften, And smile and guide and save! Smilest thou, angel-ghost?... Yet, no heavens ope! All thou art I had, and lost; And now remember O'er life's dull ember Nor call my dream a hope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD COLONIAL SET by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT A SUMMER DAY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING YOUR TREASURE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |