Oh, lonely heart! why do thy pulses beat To the hushed music of a voice so dear, That all sweet, mournful cadences repeat Its low, bewildering accents to thine ear. Why dost thou question the pale stars to know If that rich music floats upon the air, In those far realms where, else, their fires would glow Forever beautiful to thy despair? Trust thou in God; for, far within the veil, Where glad hosannas through the empyrean roll, And choral anthems of the angel's hail With hallelujah's sweet the enfranchised soul, -- The voice that sang earth's sorrow through earth's night, Shall with glad seraphs sing, in God's great light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |