CAN it be so? It must be so, That visions have not ceased to be In this the chiefest sanctuary Of her whose form we used to know. -- Nay, but her dust is far away, And "where her dust is, shapes her shade, If spirit clings to flesh," they say: Yet here her life-parts most were played! Her voice explored this atmosphere, Her foot impressed this turf around, Her shadow swept this slope and mound, Her fingers fondled blossoms here; And so, I ask, why, why should she Haunt elsewhere, by a slighted tomb, When here she flourished sorrow-free, And, save for others, knew no gloom? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON |