There is a love so strong it dares defy Relentless Death. From that dark mystery It reaches out to comfort us; but we, Who mourn because beloved flesh must die, Weep unaware. If only we would try To pierce the shadows, death's dark veil might be One moment lifted—we might touch or see. Instead we weep while priceless moments fly. And yet it seems that we can dimly sense A something near, intangible, unseen, A mystic source of life from which intense Vitality floods out to us. We lean To ancient dogmas, therefore little guess That love has sought to lighten our distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON THE BURIED LADY by PAUL VALERY ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |