Dear tranquil Habit, with her silent hands, Doth heal our deepest wounds from day to day With cooling, soothing oil, and firmly lay Around the broken heart her gentle bands. Her nursing is as clam as Nature's care; She doth not weep with us; yet none the less Her quiet fingers weave forgetfulness, -- We fall asleep in peace when she is there. Upon the mirror of the mind her breath Is like a cloud, to hide the fading trace Of that dear smile, of that remembered face, Whose presence were the joy and pang of death. And he who clings to sorrow overmuch, Weeping for withered grief, has cause to bless, More than all cries of pity and distress, -- Dear tranquil Habit, thy consoling touch! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HONOUR by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WOMAN; PINDARIC ODE by CHARLES COTTON WAR AND HELL by ERNEST HOWARD CROSBY WORDS, WORDS, WORDS by MARGARET WADE CAMPBELL DELAND LOVE-SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RHYMES AND RHYTHMS: 17. CARMEN PATIBULARE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |