ONE life I knew was a psalm, a terrible psalm of pain, Dark with disaster of torment, body and brain Racked as if God were not, and hope a dream Some demon wrought to bid this soul blaspheme All life's remembered sweetness. "Peace, be still," I hear her spirit whisper. "His the will That from some unseen bow of purpose sped Thy sorrow and my torture." God of dread! The long sad years that justify the dead, The long sad years at last interpreted: Serene as clouds that over stormy seas At sunset rise with mystery of increase, One with the passionate deep that gave them birth, Her gentled spirit rose on wings of peace, And was and was not of this under earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS |