How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Been dead indeed, -- as we shall know for ever. Alas! we think not what we daily see About our hearths, -- angels, that @3are@1 to be, Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air, -- A child a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours, breeding its future wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE SONNET TO ZOE KING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE OLD HOUSE by LAURENCE BINYON AN ANCIENT PATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |