THE New Year comes with her radiant face, Clad in white, like a waiting bride -- But she brings no word through the empty space, No message has reached me since you died. Was Death Life's ending, or did you go To a realm so vast, and a task so high, That you have forgotten this world below, Where Life is a Dream, and the Dreamers die? Shall I know, some day, when a cold, still hand Leads me, in my turn, from this transient sphere, And guides me on to that Unseen Land, Why you were taken, and I left here? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY OUR MASTER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE |