'With a poet's love of beauty, Omar willed that his tomb should be "in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it;" and his pupil, Khwajah Nizami, relates that he visited the poet's grave, and found it just outside a garden at Naishápúr, and saw that trees stretched their boughs over the garden wall, and dropped flowers upon the tomb, "so as the stone was hidden under them."'—@3Contemporary Review,@1 March, 1876. FRIEND, is it well with thee? Over thy grave, Shapen like hearts the fallen rose-leaves lie, That yester-night blushed pink against the sky, And mocked the north wind with their splendour brave. Thou, who hast struggled where the tempests rave, Where still the petals from life's blossom fly, Blown by Time's breath,—thou who in vain didst try Joy's foaming wine-cup from Death's hand to save; Hast thou at last the secret? Is the bound Of human knowledge passed? Does He who gave Those passionate yearnings once to see Him, round Thy being with His own? No more a slave, Hast thou at last thy long-lost Father found,— His love the fire that will consume and save? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL |