WEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air For me with sighs be troubled. Not from life Have I been taken; this is genuine life And this alone -- the life which now I live In peace eternal; where desire and joy Together move in fellowship without end. -- Francesco Ceni willed that, after death, His tombstone thus should speak for him. And surely Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours Long to continue in this world; a world That keeps not faith, nor yet can point a hope To good, whereof itself is destitute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |