Death!—Shalt not thou reveal all things unseen, And teach me why the roses faded quite, And why a dawn that brake in golden light Over blue Isis and far meadows green Became so thunder-dark at noon, I ween!— Death!—Thou shalt teach me why my lady bright Fled with fleet steps till she was lost to sight,— And sweet things were as if they had not been. Death! Surely thou hast life within thine hands. Thou canst reveal the secret: thou canst pour (It may be) the old light along the shore:— Thou canst disclose the numberless star-lands When daylight fadeth. Lo! beside thee stands My lost love, found,—and found for evermore. |