At a call unforseen thou wert taken! A sharp cry of pain, A moment of struggle, And thy spirit had taken its flight. High on a hill thy grave is made, Open to sun and sky; The dawn's first light will fall on it, Late suns will linger there Till the stars are out in the quiet sky, Their faithful vigils keeping. Rest thou in peace, No pain can touch thee more, No storm beset thee sore, Rest thou in peace. O, Death, that humbles all our pride, O, Grave that makes us all one kin, I bow in silence, trustingly, And, then, a strange new sense of peace, And intimations of lands afar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY'S DREAM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |