HEAVEN'S glory shone where he was laid HanIn life's decline! I turned me from that young saint's bed To gaze on thine. It was a summer day that saw His spirit's flight; Thine parted in a time of awe, A winter's night. Upon her soothing breast She lulled her little child, A winter sunset in the west A heav'nly glory smiled. I gazed within thine earnest eyes And read the sorrow brooding there; I heard thy young breast torn with sighs, And envied such despair. Go to the grave in youth's bare woe! That dream was written long ago | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS ON A TOBACCO JAR by BERNARD BARKER ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK by WILLIAM BECKFORD THE LAUGHING WOMAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 15 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PIONEERS OF DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP |