AND she has trod before me in these ways! I think that she has left here heavenlier days; And I do guess her passage, as the skies Of holy Paradise Turn deeply holier, And, looking up with sudden new delight, One knows a seraph-wing has passed in flight. The air is purer for her breathing, sure! And all the fields do wear The beauty fallen from her; The winds do brush me with her robe's allure. 'Tis she has taught the heavens to look sweet, And they do but repeat The heaven, heaven, heaven of her face! The clouds have studied going from her grace! The pools whose marges had forgot the tread Of Naiad, disenchanted, fled, A second time must mourn, Bereaven and forlorn. Ah, foolish pools and meads! You did not see Essence of old, essential pure as she. For this was even that Lady, and none other, The man in me calls 'Love,' the child calls 'Mother.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER A POISON TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |