It is not death, O Christ, to die for Thee Nor is that silence of a silent land Which speaks Thy praise so all may understand: Darkness of death makes Thy dear lovers see Thyself Who Wast and Art and Art to Be; Thyself, more lovely than the lovely band Of saints who worship Thee on either hand. Loving and loved thro' all eternity. Death is not death, and therefore do I hope: Nor silence silence ; and I therefore sing A very humble hopeful quiet psalm, Searching my heart-field for an offering; A handful of sun - courting heUotrope. Of myrrh a bundle, and a little balm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN |