I. WEEP not for those whom the veil of the tomb In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies. Death chill'd the fair fountain, ere sorrow had stain'd it, 'Twas frozen in all the pure light of its course, And but sleeps, till the sunshine of heaven has unchain'd it, To water that Eden, where first was its source! Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies, II. Mourn not for her, the young bride of the vale, Our gayest and loveliest, lost to us now; Ere life's early lustre had time to grow pale And the garland of love was yet fresh on her brow; Oh! then was her moment, dear spirit, for flying From this gloomy world, while its gloom was unknown; -- And the wild hymns she warbled so sweetly, in dying, Were echo'd in heaven by lips like her own! Weep not for her, -- in her spring-time she flew To that land where the wings of the soul are unfurl'd, And now, like a star beyond evening's cold dew, Looks radiantly down on the tears of this world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL THE MOUSE'S LULLABY by PALMER COX THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |