And now the child is gone.—Her simple woes Will torture thine almighty brain no more. Thou art free,—thou art free! Thy shackled life is o'er: Her death wide open life's gold gateway throws. Thou hast thy longed-for infinite repose! Now thou mayest ponder on the lonely shore Uninterrupted, and thy soul outpour: No more the stream of questions by thee flows. Silence is thine. And is the silence rest?— I asked the question: and I was aware Of a lone man who beat upon his breast, And sighed, and groaned to the unanswering air, "All fame and genius would I give to hold Once more in mine the child's hand as of old!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL ADDRESS TO A CHILD DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH NEGRO GIRL by IRENE COOPER ALLEN THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD |