TO die in sleep -- to drift from dream to dream Along the banks of slumber, beckoned on Perchance by forms familiar, till anon, Unconsciously, the ever-widening stream Beyond the breakers bore thee, and the beam Of everlasting morning woke upon Thy dazzled gaze, revealing one by one Thy visions grown immortal in its gleam. O blessed consummation! thus to feel In Death no touch of terror. Tenderly As shadows to the evening hills, he came In garb of God's dear messenger to thee, Nor on thy weary eyelids broke the seal, In reverence for a brother's holier name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ALL IN THE FAMILY by BERTON BRALEY ON A YOUNG POETESS'S GRAVE by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN REMEMBRANCE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. FORMS ETERNAL AS THE MOUNTAINS by EDWARD CARPENTER |