HOW shall I know her, God, in that great world, After the grief of this is past and gone? How shall I know her when our souls are hurled Like atoms thro' the night? On that white dawn How shall I know it is her face that I shall look upon? Wan spirits, we shall journey thro' Thy land, The mist-like wraiths of what we used to be; O shall I know the pressure of her hand, And shall I recognize her call to me, As I do now? Is love the same thro' all eternity? How shall I know her, God? I ask but this, To be assured -- a child who is dismayed. Let me be told that I shall feel her kiss. . . . There is no answer! Lo! my faith is weighed. Ah! somehow I shall know her, God. Hush! Love is not afraid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES ASPIRATIONS: 8 by MATHILDE BLIND A FARM NEAR ZILLEBEKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN REGENT'S PARK by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB FORGIVENESS by THORA MACCLARRAN BURGESS THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN HYMENAL SONG, ON THE NUPTIALS OF ANNE WENTWORTH AND LORD LOVELACE by THOMAS CAREW |