HALF-MAST the flag by sweet St. Mary's shore, Half-mast the schooner in Port Erin bay: Death has been with us in the night, of prey Insatiate from a fold thrice robbed before; And now he climbs to me upon the hoar And ruinous rock, and shrouds the gladsome day With sullen gloom, nor any word will say That might to strength my sinking heart restore. Speak, Death, O, speak! What high command restrains The dark disclosure? Is it thine own will Thou workest, I adjure thee, shape of fear? Then from the awful face a shadow wanes, And, clad in robes of light unspeakable, God's loveliest angel sits beside me here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BEFORE THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE COMPLAINT OF CHASTITIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO A FRIEND, WITH A VOLUME OF VERSES by MATHILDE BLIND JAMES MCCOSH by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |