WHEN I remember, friend, whom lost I call, Because a man beloved is taken hence, The tender humour and the fire of sense In your good eyes; how full of heart for all, And chiefly for the weaker by the wall, You bore that lamp of sane benevolence; Then see I round you Death his shadows dense Divide, and at your feet his emblems fall. For surely are you one with the white host, Spirits, whose memory is our vital air, Through the great love of Earth they had: lo, these, Like beams that throw the path on tossing seas, Can bid us feel we keep them in the ghost, Partakers of a strife they joyed to share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN ANGLER'S WISH by HENRY VAN DYKE THE ROSE OF PEACE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |