Ah! sad are they who know not love, But, far from passion's tears and smiles, Drift down a moonless sea, beyond The silvery coasts of fairy isles. And sadder they whose longing lips Kiss empty air, and never touch The dear warm mouth of those they love -- Waiting, wasting, suffering much. But clear as amber, fine as musk, Is life to those who, pilgrim-wise, Move hand in hand from dawn to dusk, Each morning nearer Paradise. O, not for them shall angels pray! They stand in everlasting light, They walk in Allah's smile by day, And nestle in his heart by night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN OF HIS CONVERSION by WILLIAM ALABASTER TO HIS WORSHIPFULL WEL-WILLER, MAISTER EDWARD LEIGH by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONG OF SOLOMON 2: 10-13. SPRING by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE DEATH OF ANNE BRONTE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |