MAJESTIC dreams of heavenly calms, Bright visions of unfading palms, Wherewith the brows of saints are crowned, -- Awhile my soul resigns them all, Content to rest death's dreamless thrall, Safe underground! Rest! rest! oblivious rest I crave, Though narrowed to a pine-clad grave, With sylvan shadows shimmering round; The peace of Heaven, if fair and deep, Scarce wooes me like Earth's ebon sleep, Far underground. By infinite weariness oppressed Of soul and senses, blood and breast, Where can such Gilead balm be found As that which breathes from out the sod Baptized by rain and dews of God, Deep underground? A century's space I yearn to be Untroubled, slumbering tranquilly, There, by the haunted woodlands bound; What suns shall set, what planets rise O'er pulseless brain and curtained eyes, Dark underground! A century's sleep might bring redress To these dull wounds of weariness, Till the soothed spirit, hale and sound, Grow conscious of the sacred trust Which holds immortal bloom in dust, Safe underground. Yea! conscious grow of rustling wings, And keen, mysterious whisperings, Blown flame-like o'er the burial-mound: My soul would feel thy Orient kiss, Angel of Palingenesis, Thrilled underground! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON CALMNESS OF THE SUBLIME by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY NEW YEAR'S EVE by MATHILDE BLIND |