ASK'ST thou my home? -- my pathway wouldst thou know, When from thine eye my floating shadow passed? Was not my work fulfilled and closed below? Had I not lived and loved? -- my lot was cast. Wouldst thou ask where the nightingale is gone, That melting into song her soul away, Gave the spring-breeze what witched thee in its tone? -- But while she loved, she lived, in that deep lay! Think'st thou my heart its lost one hath not found! -- Yes! we are one, oh! trust me, we have met, Where nought again may part what love hath bound, Where falls no tear, and whispers no regret. There shalt @3thou@1 find us, there with us be blest, If as @3our@1 love @3thy@1 love is pure and true! There dwells my father, sinless and at rest, Where the fierce murderer may no more pursue. And well he feels, no error of the dust Drew to the stars of Heaven his mortal ken, There it is with us, even as is our trust, He that believes, is near the holy @3then@1. There shall each feeling beautiful and high, Keep the sweet promise of its earthly day; -- Oh! fear thou not to dream with waking eye! There lies deep meaning oft in childish play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE EARLY VENEZIAN DETAIL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |