IF you were dead I should not weep! How sweetly would my sad heart rest Close-gathered in a dreamless sleep Among the garlands on your breast, Happy at last and comforted If you were dead! For life is like a burning veil That keeps our yearning souls apart, Cold Fate a wall no hope may scale, And pride a severing sword, Sweetheart! And love a wide and troubled sea 'Twixt you and me. If you were dead I should not weep— How sweetly would our hearts unite In a dim, undivided sleep, Locked in Death's deep and narrow night, All anger fled, all sorrow past, O Love, at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE KILLED IN ACTION by ISAAC ROSENBERG NIGHT AND DAY: 2 by ISAAC ROSENBERG |