Blindly she groped her way, Dumbly she strove to pray, Shriving her soul. Was there no one could save E'er she plunged 'neath the wave Paying the toll? Faith, Hope and Love were dead: Sought she the river bed On which to lie, As her heart sank to rest Beating within her breast A last good-bye. She had no more to give: Why should she seek to live, Unheard her cry? Should she resume again Striving once more in vain, E'er she should die? What was it all about, The turmoil and the shout; What was her goal? What was she striving for, And seeking more and more— Body and soul? E'en though her heart was brave, Her path led to the grave And the unknown. For what did there await, Did her soul hesitate Striving alone? Did she fear the abyss Between that world and this, Thou dost not know? Did she find God above And His infinite love E'er she did go? When, in sweet charity, Friends bow in sympathy, Wondering why; Cold lips will not reveal What death doth here conceal, Nor make reply. Wouldst thou tell her, my friend, Death is the final end— There is no more, Ends here the noise and strife, There is no future life, All now is o'er? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. THE TUFT OF KELP by HERMAN MELVILLE THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |