Oft since thine earthly eyes have closed on mine, Our souls, dim-wandering in the hall of dreams, Hold mystic converse on the life divine, By the still music of immortal streams; And oft thy spirit tells how souls, affied By sovran destinies, no more can part, -- How death and hell are powerless to divide Souls whose deep lives lie folded heart in heart. And if, at times, some lingering shadow lies Heavy upon my path, some haunting dread, Then do I point thee to the harmonies Of those calm heights whereto our souls arise Through suffering, -- the faith that doth approve In death the deathless power and divine life of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SATIRE: 6 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS TO HIS WIFE by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE MANX WITCH; A STORY OF THE LAXDALE MINES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O SEA by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A VOICE OVER THE EARTH by EDWARD CARPENTER |