As from the darkening gloom a silver dove Upsoars, and darts into the Eastern light, On pinions that naught moves but pure delight, So fled thy soul into the realms above, Regions of peace and everlasting love; Where happy spirits, crown'd with circlets bright Of starry beam, and gloriously bedight, Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove. There thou or joinest the immortal quire In melodies that even Heaven fair Fill with superior bliss, or, at desire Of the omnipotent Father, cleavest the air On holy message sent--What pleasures higher? Wherefore does any grief our joy impair? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |