IN MEMORIAM As the wind at play with a spark Of fire that glows through the night, As the speed of the soaring lark That wings to the sky his flight, So swiftly thy soul has sped On its upward, wonderful way, Like the lark, when the dawn is red, In search of the shining day. Thou art not with the frozen dead Whom earth in the earth we lay, While the bearers softly tread, And the mourners kneel and pray; From thy semblance, dumb and stark, The soul has taken its flight -- Out of the finite dark, Into the Infinite Light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE ANIMALS, AND THEIR COUNTRIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE IDEAL by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LETTER by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |