Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OF THE REMEMBERED DEAD, by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL


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First Line: There is no moment when our dead lose power
Last Line: Draws into fellowship of loveliness?
Subject(s): Death; Ghosts; Supernatural; Dead, The


THERE is no moment when our dead lose power;
Unsignalled, unannounced they visit us.
Who calleth them I know not. Sorrowful,
They haunt reproachfully some venal hour
In days of joy, or when the world is near,
And for a moment scourge with memories
The money-changers of the temple-soul.
In the dim space between two gulfs of sleep,
Or in the stillness of the lonely shore,
They rise for balm or torment, sweet or sad,
And most are mine where, in the kindly woods,
Beside the childlike joy of summer streams,
The stately sweetness of the pine hath power
To call their kindred comforting anew.
Use well thy dead. They come to ask of thee
What thou hast done with all this buried love,
The seed of purer life? Or has it fallen unused
In stony ways and brought thy life no gain?
Wilt thou with gladness in another world
Say it has grown to forms of duty done
And ruled thee with a conscience not thine own?
Another world! How shall we find our dead?
What forceful law shall bring us face to face?
Another world! What yearnings there shall guide?
Will love souls twinned of love bring near again?
And that one common bond of duty held
This living and that dead, when life was theirs?
Or shall some stronger soul, in life revered,
Bring both to touch, with nature's certainty,
As the pure crystal atoms of its kind
Draws into fellowship of loveliness?





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