Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HUSBAND'S AND THE WIFE'S GRAVE, by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) Poet's Biography First Line: Husband and wife! No converse now ye hold Last Line: In sorrow, thou art leading me in joy. Subject(s): Graves; Immortality; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
HUSBAND and wife! no converse now ye hold, As once ye did in your young days of love, On its alarms, its anxious hours, delays, Its silent meditations and glad hopes, Its fears, impatience, quiet sympathies; Nor do ye speak of joy assured, and bliss Full, certain, and possessed. Domestic cares Call you not now together. Earnest talk On what your children may be moves you not. Ye lie in silence, and an awful silence; Not like to that in which ye rested once Most happy,silence eloquent, when heart With heart held speech, and your mysterious frames, Harmonious, sensitive, at every beat Touched the soft notes of love. A stillness deep, Insensible, unheeding, folds you round, And darkness, as a stone, has sealed you in; Away from all the living, here ye rest, In all the nearness of the narrow tomb, Yet feel ye not each other's presence now; Dread fellowship!together, yet alone. Is this thy prison-house, thy grave, then, Love? And doth death cancel the great bond that holds Commingling spirits? Are thoughts that know no bounds, But, self-inspired, rise upward, searching out The Eternal Mind, the Father of all thought, Are they become mere tenants of a tomb? Dwellers in darkness, who the illuminate realms Of uncreated light have visited, and lived? Lived in the dreadful splendor of that throne Which One, with gentle hand the veil of flesh Lifting that hung 'twixt man and it, revealed In glory?throne before which even now Our souls, moved by prophetic power, bow down Rejoicing, yet at their own natures awed? Souls that thee know by a mysterious sense, Thou awful unseen Presence,are they quenched? Or burn they on, hid from our mortal eyes By that bright day which ends not; as the sun His robe of light flings round the glittering stars? And do our loves all perish with our frames? Do those that took their root and put forth buds, And then soft leaves unfolded in the warmth Of mutual hearts, grow up and live in beauty, Then fade and fall, like fair, unconscious flowers? Are thoughts and passions that to the tongue give speech, And make it send forth winning harmonies, That to the cheek do give its living glow, And vision in the eye the soul intense With that for which there is no utterance, Are these the body's accidents, no more? To live in it, and when that dies go out Like the burnt taper's flame? O listen, man! A voice within us speaks the startling word, "Man, thou shalt never die!" Celestial voices Hymn it around our souls; according harps, By angel fingers touched when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality; Thick-clustering orbs, and this our fair domain, The tall, dark mountains and the deep-toned seas, Join in this solemn, universal song. O listen, ye, our spirits! drink it in From all the air! 'T is in the gentle moonlight; Is floating in day's setting glories; Night, Wrapped in her sable robe, with silent step Comes to our bed and breathes it in our ears; Night and the dawn, bright day and thoughtful eve, All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse, As one vast mystic instrument, are touched By an unseen, living Hand, and conscious chords Quiver with joy in this great jubilee. The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls To mingle in this heavenly harmony. Why is it that I linger round this tomb? What holds it? Dust that cumbered those I mourn. They shook it off, and laid aside earth's robes, And put on those of light. They 're gone to dwell In love,their God's and angels'! Mutual love, That bound them here, no longer needs a speech For full communion; nor sensations strong, Within the breast, their prison, strive in vain To be set free, and meet their kind in joy. Changed to celestials, thoughts that rise in each By natures new impart themselves, though silent. Each quickening sense, each throb of holy love, Affections sanctified, and the full glow Of being, which expand and gladden one, By union all mysterious, thrill and live In both immortal frames;sensation all, And thought, pervading, mingling sense and thought! Ye paired, yet one! wrapt in a consciousness Twofold, yet single,this is love, this life! Why call we, then, the square-built monument, The upright column, and the low-laid slab Tokens of death, memorials of decay? Stand in this solemn, still assembly, man, And learn thy proper nature; for thou seest In these shaped stones and lettered tables figures Of life. Then be they to thy soul as those Which he who talked on Sinai's mount with God Brought to the old Judeans,types are these Of thine eternity. I thank thee, Father, That at this simple grave on which the dawn Is breaking, emblem of that day which hath No close, thou kindly unto my dark mind Hast sent a sacred light, and that away From this green hillock, whither I had come In sorrow, thou art leading me in joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) PROEM TO THE BUCCANEER by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) THE CHANTING CHERUBS - A GROUP BY GREENOUGH by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) |
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