HOW shall I know her, God, in that great world, After the grief of this is past and gone? How shall I know her when our souls are hurled Like atoms thro' the night? On that white dawn How shall I know it is her face that I shall look upon? Wan spirits, we shall journey thro' Thy land, The mist-like wraiths of what we used to be; O shall I know the pressure of her hand, And shall I recognize her call to me, As I do now? Is love the same thro' all eternity? How shall I know her, God? I ask but this, To be assured -- a child who is dismayed. Let me be told that I shall feel her kiss. . . . There is no answer! Lo! my faith is weighed. Ah! somehow I shall know her, God. Hush! Love is not afraid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SUBWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES |