THE change has come, and Helen sleeps -- Not sleeps; but wakes to greater deeps Of wisdom, glory, truth, and light, Than ever blessed her seeking sight, In this low, long, lethargic night, Worn out with strife Which men call life. The change has come, and who would say "I would it were not come today"? What were the respite till tomorrow? Postponement of a certain sorrow, From which each passing day would borrow! Let grief be dumb, The change has come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN CHRISTMAS EVE by MATHILDE BLIND THE ABANDONED by MATHILDE BLIND ASOLANDO: BEATRICE SIGNORINI by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PRAYER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |