Shall I not see her? yes: for one has seen Her in her beauty since we called her dead, One like herself, a fair young mother led By her own lot to feel compassion keen; And unto her last night my Anna came And sat within her arms and spoke her name While the old smile, she said, like starlight gleamed, And like herself in fair young bloom, she said, Only the white more white, the red more red, And fainter than the mist her pressure seemed. And words there were, though vague yet beautiful, Which she who heard them could not tell to me; It is enough: my Anna did not flee To grief or fear, nor lies in slumber dull. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD ON THE DEATH OF JAZZ by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE |