EVEN so for me a Vision sanctified The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen Thy countenance -- the still rapture of thy mien -- When thou, dear Sister! wert become Death's Bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That change: -- age on thy brow was smoothed -- thy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; Then may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE PERSONALITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TREK FEVER by JULIA FIELD BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: PROGRESS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AT THE SHRINE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE TO THE COUNTESS OF BEDFORD; BEGUN IN FRANCE BUT NEVER PERFECTED by JOHN DONNE |