If thy sad heart, pining for human love, In its earth solitude grew dark with fear, Lest the high Sun of Heaven itself should prove Powerless to save from that phantasmal sphere Wherein thy spirit wandered, -- if the flowers That pressed around thy feet, seemed but to bloom In lone Gethsemanes, through starless hours, When all who loved had left thee to thy doom, -- Oh, yet believe that, in that hollow vale Where thy soul lingers, waiting to attain So much of Heaven's sweet grace as shall avail To lift its burden of remorseful pain, My soul shall meet thee, and its Heaven forego Till God's great love, on both, one hope, one Heaven bestow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SORROW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SPRAY OF HONEYSUCKLE by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER CHORIAMBICS: 1 by RUPERT BROOKE FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 24. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE SEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |