It were a double grief, if the true-hearted, Who loved us here, should on the farther shore Remember us no more. Believing, in the midst of our afflictions, That death is a beginning, not an end, We call to them, and send Farewells, that better might be called predictions Being foreshadowings of the future, thrown Into the vast unknown. Faith overleaps the confines of our reason, And if by faith, as in old times was said, Women received their dead Raised up to life, then only for a season Our partings are, nor shall we wait in vain Until we meet again! | 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 THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ |