As day doth live beyond the sunset skies So life may wait us at the silent grave: Not windless is the sea because there rave Not always the great storm-wind's harmonies. There may be light too strong for earthly eyes; There may be hands to succour and to save From Death's indifferent o'erwhelming wave; Nay, Death may lift to some divine surprise! There may be music beyond instruments, And Spring for ev'ry frost-nipt shapeless clod, There may be mightier love sacraments Than e'er were seen on consecrated sod; A man there may be with Christ's lineaments And 'mid the wheels of Fate a living God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM REVOLUTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE GREAT ELM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES AUTUMN'S SPLENDOURS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |