I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthly cares no more distress And earthly joys are nought to me Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er a sea of gloom Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mourning cannot come 'Tis I should weep to leave thee he[re] On that dark Ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HEART'S PICTURES by HIRAM H. BICE AFTER SOUFRIERE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY NIMROD: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |