ALL tears done away with the bitter unquiet sea, Death done away from among the living at last, Man shall say of sorrow -- Love grant it to thee and me! -- At last, 'It is past.' Shall I say of pain 'It is past,' nor say it with thee, Thou heart of my heart, thou soul of my soul, my Friend? Shalt thou say of pain 'It is past,' nor say it with me Beloved to the end? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |