Now, though my Love seem buried past recall And here no more this wandering radiant thing Across my path his errant way shall wing, I do not weep -- I do not grieve at all. For I have built for him a great, stone wall Within my heart and laid him softly there Closed fast his eyes and smoothed his shining hair, Planting about him lilies straight and tall. It is not Love, but Love's last form lies dead And that sealed stone within my heart will break, Which rests so heavy now upon Love's head; On some immortal dawn he will awake, And, with Love's laughter shining in his eyes, Wrapped in the garments of new life arise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY SONG: THE STRICKEN DEER by THOMAS MOORE DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT |