SHE died when dawn was sweeping o'er the land, When morning-glories lit the gleaming wall; And one who watched her, holding her pale hand, Whispered, "Alas! that she should miss it all!" The early sun, risen from his dark night, Flamed his great banners when she went away; And one said, "Lo! at coming of the light She has gone forth, and lost the beauteous day." But she, from her poor mortal house of pain Gladly released, went singing to God's place, And cried, "Dear Lord, after the bleak world-rain, I cannot bear the brightness of Thy face!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE A BALLAD OF HELL by JOHN DAVIDSON RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY DEWEY IN MANILA BAY [MAY 1, 1898] by RICHARD VORHEES RISLEY TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON |