Oft since thine earthly eyes have closed on mine, Our souls, dim-wandering in the hall of dreams, Hold mystic converse on the life divine, By the still music of immortal streams; And oft thy spirit tells how souls, affied By sovran destinies, no more can part, -- How death and hell are powerless to divide Souls whose deep lives lie folded heart in heart. And if, at times, some lingering shadow lies Heavy upon my path, some haunting dread, Then do I point thee to the harmonies Of those calm heights whereto our souls arise Through suffering, -- the faith that doth approve In death the deathless power and divine life of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK: FIT 3. THE BAKER'S TALE by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IN THE MILE END ROAD by AMY LEVY STILL, STILL WITH THEE by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE |