"IF I CANNOT SEE THEE PRESENT I WILL MOURN THEE ABSENT, FOR THIS ALSO IS A PROOF OF LOVE" @3Thomas a Kempis@1 WE do not find Him on the difficult earth, In surging human-kind, In wayside death or accidental birth, Or in the "march of mind." Nature, her nests, her prey, the fed, the caught, Hide Him so well, so well, His steadfast secret there seems to our thought Life's saddest miracle. He's but conjectured in man's happiness, Suspected in man's tears, Or lurks beyond the long, discouraged guess, Grown fainter through the years. But absent, absent now? Ah, what is this, Near as in child-birth bed, Laid on our sorrowful hearts, close to a kiss? A homeless childish head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |