I STOOD by weeping Yet a sorrowful silence keeping While an Angel smote my love As she lay sleeping. 'Is there a bed above More fragrant than these violets That are white like death?' 'White like a dove. Flowers in the blessed islets Breathe sweeter breath All fair morns and twilights.' 'Is the gold there More golden than these tresses?' 'There heads are aureoled And crowned like gold With light most rare.' 'Are the bowers of Heaven More choice than these?' 'To them are given All odorous shady trees. Earth's bowers are wildernesses, Compared with the recesses Made soft there now Nest-like twixt bough and bough.' 'Who shall live in such a nest?' 'Heart with heart at rest: All they whose troubles cease In peace: Souls that wrestled Now are nestled There at ease, ''" Throng from east and west, From north and south, To plenty from the land of drouth.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |