I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless, -- That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upwards to God's throne in loud access Of shreiking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death; Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe, Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet -- If it could weep, it could arise and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |