BEND low and hark with me, my Dear, How the winds sigh! A voice is on them that I fear, It brings the by-gone days so near, Like a soul's cry. Those whom we bury out of sight -- How still they lie! Beyond the reaches of the Light, Outside the realm of Day and Night -- Do they not die? Shall we unbar the long-shut door -- You, Dear, or I? -- Could Love be what Love was before If we should call them back once more, And they reply? Would they Life's largess claim again? They draw too nigh. Oh, winds, be still! You shall not pain My heart with that long-hushed refrain As you sweep by. The Dead have had their shining day -- Why should they try To listen to the words we say -- To breathe their blight upon our May -- Yet the winds sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 1 by RICHARD BARNFIELD MAY CELEBRANTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A DREAM OF GOOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATURAL MAGIC by ROBERT BROWNING MAGNIFICENT CRY by HELEN BRYANT ON THE MARRIAGE OF THOMAS KILLIGREW & CECILIA CROFTS: MORNING STORMY by THOMAS CAREW |