BY ONE ON WHOM THE DEATH OF AN EXCELLENT WOMAN HAS FORCED THE CONVICTION OF A FUTURE STATE O'erladen with sad musings, till the tear Sprang to the pressure, I survey'd thy tomb, All drest in flowers, as though above thy bier, Thy breath, yet hovering, fed the gentle bloom; I said, 'Maria, though I deem'd too long That souls would fade like music on the air, Hast thou not brought me confirmation strong That they shall yet be beautiful elsewhere? For thine was so immaculate and rare, That but the thought of thy deep purity, Link'd with that other thought, I could not bear; Mount then! bright soul! and take thy place on high; I do confess thou wert so good and fair That such as thou were never born to die!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES THE WORLD AND THE QUIETEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WORLD'S DESIRE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |