IF thou hadst died at midnight, With a lamp beside thy bed; The beauty of sleep exchanging For the beauty of the dead: When the bird of heaven had called thee, And the time had come to go, And the northern lights were dancing On the dim December snow, -- If thou hadst died at midnight, I had ceased to bid thee stay, Hearing the feet of the Father Leading His child away. I had knelt, in the awful Presence, And covered my guilty head, And received His absolution For my sins toward the dead. But the cruel sun was shining In the cold and windy sky, And Life, with his mocking voices, Looked in to see thee die. God came and went unheeded; No tear repentant shone; And he took the heart from my bosom, And left in its place a stone. Each trivial promise broken, Each tender word unsaid, Must be evermore unspoken, -- Unpardoned by the dead. Unpardoned? No: the struggle Of years was not in vain, -- The patience that wearies passion, And the prayers that conquer pain. This tardy resignation May be the blessed sign Of pardon and atonement, Thy spirit sends to mine. Now first I dare remember That day of death and woe: Within, the dreadful silence, Without, the sun and snow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE RAILWAY BOOM, 1845 by T. BAKER OF GENERAL GOURAUD by ROBERTA BALFOUR |