Sister, when at the grassy mound I stand Which holds in cold embrace thy mortal frame, The tears unbidden rush into my eyes And wash away from me all save the sight Of thy pure life and patient suffering. And ever and anon comes memory Of days gone by when health's bright sun did shine Upon us both. And tho within the Cloud I stand, content I am to think of thee And live as best I may, till by thy side In God's own time, I lay me down to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON |