WANDERING the way of sleep, the timeless shore, I gathered roses in a wintry place, And suddenly I saw him face to face Who in this waking world is seen no more. I marvelled not the frozen branches bore, Nor that I saw him, yet—"You never come, Dearest," I said. "Why do you not come home?" He nothing spoke, but smiled even as of yore. And now I often meet him in that land, And still I ask him why he stays away. He will not answer me, he will not say, But smiles as though I needs must understand. I cry aloud and waking hear my cry— And then the Eternal Silence makes reply. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE LIGHT OF ASIA by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |