Ah! fair face gone from sight, With all its light Of eyes, that pierced the deep Of human night! Ah! fair face calm in sleep. Ah! fair lips hushed in death! Now their glad breath Breathes not upon our air Music, that saith Love only, and things fair. Ah! lost brother! Ah! sweet Still hands and feet! May those feet haste to reach, Those hands to greet, Us where love needs no speech. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 28 by ALFRED TENNYSON WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN ECHO SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES |