I called you through the silent night Across the brooding deep, I sought you in the shadowland From out the worldasleep; No answer echoed to my call, And now my way I thread About the lowly mounds that rise Among the silent dead. Though voiceless, you will hear my call, Your soul will heed my cry, Will rise, and mock the prison where Your bones recumbent lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |