If any vague desire should rise, That holy Death ere Arthur died Had moved me kindly from his side, And dropt the dust on tearless eyes; Then fancy shapes, as fancy can, The grief my loss in him had wrought, A grief as deep as life or thought, But stay'd in peace with God and man. I make a picture in the brain; I hear the sentence that he speaks; He bears the burthen of the weeks, But turns his burthen into gain. His credit thus shall set me free; And, influence-rich to soothe and save, Unused example from the grave Reach out dead hands to comfort me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD FO'C'S'LE YARNS: ENVOY. GO BACK! by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TOBY TOSSPOT by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |