There is a sound of weeping; wherefore weep That I should sleep? Oh! wherefore mourn that I at last should be At liberty? One only grief yet lingers at my heart -- That we must part: Part -- ! and perchance we never more may meet In converse sweet! The memory of all thy gentle ways, Kind without praise -- And of thy loving acts, scarce seen before, Now numbered o'er, Weigh me to earth clinging about my heart -- And must we part? Yet still my trust in God shall stedfast be -- By faith I see Through the long vista of eternal years, Free from all fears, Thee by my side in calm unchanging rest, For ever blest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN ON HIS ENGAGEMENT TO BE MARRIED by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1 by THOMAS CAMPION |