1 Well, you will triumph, dear and noble friend! The holy love that wounded you so deep Will bring you balm, and on your heart asleep The fragrant dew of healing will descend. Your children, -- ah, how quickly they will grow Between us, like a wall that fronts the sun, Lifting a screen with rosy buds o'errun, To hide the shaded path where I must go. You'll walk in light; and dreaming less and less Of him who droops in gloom beyond the wall, Your mother-soul will fill with happiness When first you hear your grandchild's babbling call, Beneath the braided bloom of flower and leaf That life has wrought to veil your vanished grief. 2 Then I alone shall suffer! I shall bear The double burden of our grief alone, While I enlarge my soul to take your share Of pain and hold it close beside my own. Our love is torn asunder; but the crown Of thorns that love has woven I will make My relic sacrosanct, and press it down Upon my bleeding heart that will not break. Ah, that will be the depth of solitude! For my regret, that evermore endures, Will know that new-born hope has conquered yours; And when the evening comes, no gentle brood Of wondering children, gathered at my side, Will sooth away the tears I cannot hide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST THE CHILTERNS by RUPERT BROOKE SONNET TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT ... MY INFANT TO ME by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |