SUFFERING! and yet majestical in pain; Mysterious! yet, like spring-showers in the sun, Veiling the light with their melodious rain, Life is a warp of gloom and glory spun; Its darkling phases are as clouds that mourn Beneath the loftier splendors of an arch Where deathless orbs in golden daylight burn, And God's great pulses beat their music march. The heaven we worship dimly girt with tears, The spirit-heaven, what is it but a life, Lifting its soul beyond our mortal years That oft begin, and ever end with strife: Strife we must pass to win a happier height, Nature but travails to reveal us -- light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD TO MRS. ANN FLAXMAN by WILLIAM BLAKE A.G.A.V. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |