DEEP be thy sleep, brave Prophet-Priest of God! Thy spirit-wars are waged, and tranquil now— The laurel of our homage on thy brow— Thou dreamest; whilst we whisper overawed, And name thee in our hearts, and deep and low Say Kaddish o'er thy cerements of snow. Thine be the peace of God, great, restless heart! No more shall wound thee Israel's native woe; No more shall strive against thee friend or foe; Thou art our stern-eyed seer—the counterpart Of Amos and Elijah, blent in one. Our kindred sense perceives thee, and we trace The Saintliness of Ages on thy face, Now that thy work is gloriously done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON |