NAY! I will pray for them until I go To their far realm beyond the strait of death! For, past the deeps and all the winds that blow, Somewhere within God's silences I know My yearning heart, my prayers with sobbing breath, Will find and bring them gladness! Drear and slow Would dawn my days, were they not followed so With perfect love that never varyeth! Does the fond wife, when mists hide wave and lea, Forget her fisher's safety to implore, Till the lost bark that holds her joy in fee, Blithe, through the billows, comes again to shore? — Our vanished ones but sail a vaster sea, And there, as here, God listens evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE FAREWELL TO ARRAS by ADAM DE LA HALLE |