O WANDERER in unknown lands, what cheer? How dost thou fare on thy mysterious way? What strange light breaks upon thy distant day, Yet leaves me lonely in the darkness here? Oh, bide no longer in that far-off sphere: Though all Heaven's cohorts should thy footsteps stay, Break through their splendid, militant array, And answer to my call, O dead and dear! I shall not fear thee, howsoe'er thou come; Thy coldness will not chill, though Death is cold; A touch, and I shall know thee, -- or a breath; Speak the old, well-known language, or be dumb; Only come back! Be near me as of old; So thou and I shall triumph over Death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY PARADISE LOST: BOOK 4 by JOHN MILTON BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY THE CRISIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |