GOD'S benison upon each happy day Dead now and gone! -- its gentle ghost our feet Doth follow, singing faintly; and how sweet -- Tenderly sweet, as through a luminous mist -- Its shadowy lips draw near us, to be kissed! And though they melt upon the yearning mouth Like fairy balm from some phantasmal south, Their touch is magic; and we feel the start As of an unsealed fountain, close at heart -- Till, warmed, restored, breathing a fine repose, Our innermost nature, wakening, glows anew; While, gemmed by sunset memory's radiant dew, Lo! the heart blossoms, like a Winter Rose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST AN ATHENIAN GARDEN by TRUMBULL STICKNEY THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THREE THINGS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |