'I cannot think thine all is buried here', I said, and sighed - the wind awoke and blew The morning-beam along the gossamer, That floated o'er thy grave all wet with dew; A hint of better things, however slight, Will feed a loving hope; it soothed my woe To watch that little shaft of heavenly light Pass o'er thee, moving softly to and fro: Within our Father's heart the secret lies Of this dim world; why should we only live And what was I that I should close mine eyes On all those rich presumptions, that reprieve The meanest life from dust and ashes? Lo! How much on such dark ground a gleaming thread can do! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IN THE VANGUARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |