'Are you very peaceful there, Thomas Nunn?' 'O yes, for where I am laid No deed of wickedness is done, Nor cruel word is said. 'I fall, I fall from dust to dust; But my spirit hovers near, Obedient to God's simple "must", And unafraid of fear. 'I fall, I fall: quiet is my tongue; Darkened my eyes; but O, My spirit haunts these stones among, And will not let me go. 'It whispers -- whispers, "Come, Thomas Nunn!" But dust am I, and say, "Wait on, thou Spirit, we must wait on, Until the Judgement day. '"Then He who me from thee did break, And gave me peace to sleep, Will bid thee stoop, and I shall wake, My tryst with thee to keep."' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MAN CHRIST by THERESE (KARPER) LINDSEY TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DREARY CHANGE by WALTER SCOTT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN |