EVEN so for me a Vision sanctified The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen Thy countenance -- the still rapture of thy mien -- When thou, dear Sister! wert become Death's Bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That change: -- age on thy brow was smoothed -- thy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; Then may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON FRAGMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A VIGNETTE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 2. THE CLOISTER GARDEN AT CERTOSA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |