Dear, through the silence comes a vibrant call, Thy voice, thy very voice it is, O Sweet! Yet who shall scale the dread invisible wall That guards the Eden where our souls would meet? O veil of flesh, O dull mortality, Is there no vision for the enfranchised eyes: Must we stoop low thro' Death's green-glooms to see The immaculate light known of our winged sighs? Nay, Love; of body or soul no shadow or gloom Can always; always, thee and me dispart; Soul of my soul, thro' the very gates of Doom Even as deep to deep, heart crieth to heart -- Yea, as two moving waves on Life's wild sea; We meet, we merge, we are one; I thou; thou me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH THE HEATH-COCK by JOANNA BAILLIE |