And, in the night, the Spirit came And softly smiled, and said -- @3I am the messenger of God. I am the happy dead. I cannot tell you what I see Or whisper what I know; But through and through your three-walled sleep Our shining legions go.@1 @3From worlds outside your Time and Space (You cannot know how near) You cannot see the happy face That bends above you, dear. I cannot grieve to see your grief More than a mother may Who stoops above her child to soothe Its midnight fears away. I have been near you all the while, I watched you, while you slept --@1 Then morning broke, then morning broke, And I forgot, and wept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE STORM by ANNA A. ARMBRUSTER THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |