COME to me, when my soul Hath but a few dim hours to linger here; When earthly chains are as a shrivelled scroll, Oh! let me feel thy presence! be but near! That I may look once more Into thine eyes, which never changed for me; That I may speak to thee of that bright shore Where, with our treasure, we have longed to be. Thou friend of many days! Of sadness and of joy, of home and hearth! Will not thy spirit aid me then to raise The trembling pinions of my hope from earth? By every solemn thought Which on our hearts hath sunk in days gone by, From the deep voices of the mountains caught, O'er all th' adoring silence of the sky; By every lofty theme Whereon, in low-toned reverence, we have spoken; By our communion in each fervent dream That sought from realms beyond the grave a token; And by our tears for those Whose loss hath touched our world with hues of death; And by the hopes that with their dust repose, As flowers await the south-wind's vernal breath; Come to me in that day -- The one -- the severed from all days -- O friend! Even then, if human thought may then have sway, My soul with thine shall yet rejoice to blend. Nor then, nor @3there@1 alone: I ask my heart if all indeed must die -- All that of holiest feelings it hath known? And my heart's voice replies -- Eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE NEW TIMON AND THE POETS by ALFRED TENNYSON |