O eyes of mine, our sun is overcast, Is risen in Paradise and there doth shine, But we shall look upon her at the last Who doth perchance through our long tarrying pine; O ears of mine, now her angelic speech Is culled by those who its full meaning know; O feet of mine, you have not power to reach Her on whose errands you were wont to go! Why thus torment me? Through no fault of mine She hath passed out of hearing and of sight And doth no longer dwell upon the earth ; Blame death alone and worship God divine, Who binds and frees, in darkness kindleth light And giveth after sorrowing His mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH ONLY A BABY SMALL by MATTHIAS BARR THE MEADOW STREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PRESIDENTIAL COTILLION by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 15 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE BODY AND THE BOOK by EDWARD CARPENTER |