'I cannot think thine all is buried here', I said, and sighed - the wind awoke and blew The morning-beam along the gossamer, That floated o'er thy grave all wet with dew; A hint of better things, however slight, Will feed a loving hope; it soothed my woe To watch that little shaft of heavenly light Pass o'er thee, moving softly to and fro: Within our Father's heart the secret lies Of this dim world; why should we only live And what was I that I should close mine eyes On all those rich presumptions, that reprieve The meanest life from dust and ashes? Lo! How much on such dark ground a gleaming thread can do! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SAW THREE SHIPS by MOTHER GOOSE ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS STANZAS, ON THE DEATH OF LIEUT. P. by BERNARD BARTON |