How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more; But he forgets the days before God shut the doorways of his head. The days have vanish'd, tone and tint, And yet perhaps the hoarding sense Gives out at times -- he knows not whence -- A little flash, a mystic hint; And in the long harmonious years -- If Death so taste Lethean springs -- May some dim touch of earthly things Surprise thee ranging with thy peers. If such a dreamy touch should fall, O, turn thee round, resolve the doubt; My guardian angel will speak out In that high place, and tell thee all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HESPERIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |