Tho' death met love upon thy dying smile, And staid him there for hours, yet the orbs of sight So speedily resign'd their aspect bright, That Christian hope fell earthward for awhile, Appalled by dissolution; but on high A record lives of thine identity! Thou shalt not lose one charm of lip or eye; The hues and liquid lights shall wait for thee, And the fair tissues, wheresoe'er they be! Daughter of heaven! our grieving hearts repose On the dear thought that we once more shall see Thy beauty - like Himself our Master rose - So shall that beauty its old rights maintain, And thy sweet spirit own those eyes again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY CASEY AT THE BAT (2) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER |