SHE died when dawn was sweeping o'er the land, When morning-glories lit the gleaming wall; And one who watched her, holding her pale hand, Whispered, "Alas! that she should miss it all!" The early sun, risen from his dark night, Flamed his great banners when she went away; And one said, "Lo! at coming of the light She has gone forth, and lost the beauteous day." But she, from her poor mortal house of pain Gladly released, went singing to God's place, And cried, "Dear Lord, after the bleak world-rain, I cannot bear the brightness of Thy face!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TWELVE SONNETS: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ANGER AND WRATH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE CONSTELLATIONS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 49 by BLISS CARMAN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 87 by BLISS CARMAN |