Roses and lilies grow above the place Where she sleeps the long sleep that doth not dream. If we could look upon her hidden face Nor shadow would be there nor garish gleam Of light: her life is lapsing like a stream That makes no noise but floweth on apace Seawards; while many a shade and shady beam Vary the ripples in their gliding chase. She doth not see, but knows: she doth not feel, And yet is sensible: she hears no sound, Yet counts the flight of time and doth not err. Peace far and near; peace to ourselves and her: Her body is at peace in holy ground, Her spirit is at peace where Angels kneel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS A THOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY by MAMIE COLLINS BARRY PSALM 42. QUEMADMODUM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO A DEAF AND DUMB LADY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: AGLAIA. A PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON |