ONCE more a singing soul's most airy vessel Hath on its journey sped; Once more we linger by the shadowy waters, Mourning a spirit fled. Yet, lingering here, we catch the tender vision Of Beauty, throned above, As fondly welcoming a spirit laden With beauty and with love; For she who left us hath with love deep freighted Her spirit's ample powers She filled her life, her very name with beauty. Like a rare urn with flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA SELLING HER ENGAGEMENT RING by KAREN SWENSON BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE ALOE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |