I STOOD by weeping Yet a sorrowful silence keeping While an Angel smote my love As she lay sleeping. 'Is there a bed above More fragrant than these violets That are white like death?' 'White like a dove. Flowers in the blessed islets Breathe sweeter breath All fair morns and twilights.' 'Is the gold there More golden than these tresses?' 'There heads are aureoled And crowned like gold With light most rare.' 'Are the bowers of Heaven More choice than these?' 'To them are given All odorous shady trees. Earth's bowers are wildernesses, Compared with the recesses Made soft there now Nest-like twixt bough and bough.' 'Who shall live in such a nest?' 'Heart with heart at rest: All they whose troubles cease In peace: Souls that wrestled Now are nestled There at ease, ''" Throng from east and west, From north and south, To plenty from the land of drouth.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN MEMORIAM: PAUL BRIDSON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HALBERT AND HOB by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE STATE OF LOVE; OR THE SENSES' FESTIVAL by JOHN CLEVELAND THE DELAWARE WATER-GAP by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT NEMESIS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AN ECOLOGE BETWEN A SHEPHEARDE AND A HEARDMAN by ARTHUR GORGES |