Roses and lilies grow above the place Where she sleeps the long sleep that doth not dream. If we could look upon her hidden face Nor shadow would be there nor garish gleam Of light: her life is lapsing like a stream That makes no noise but floweth on apace Seawards; while many a shade and shady beam Vary the ripples in their gliding chase. She doth not see, but knows: she doth not feel, And yet is sensible: she hears no sound, Yet counts the flight of time and doth not err. Peace far and near; peace to ourselves and her: Her body is at peace in holy ground, Her spirit is at peace where Angels kneel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON |