ONE sleeps where the Biscayan pines Their changeless shadow shed: The eternal green of English hills Is round the sister's bed. -- O well the rustling pine-tree-tops With the low lulling sea May chant the litanies of peace Life could not give to thee! -- And well for thee, the central warmth And brightness of the hearth, So lie by these familiar hills, And in thy native earth. Yet while our requiem thus we bring, Ye are not where ye are; And on this cast-off heap of clay Your spirits smile from far. O sister souls! the blue sea strives To sunder you in vain: In life, in death, your hearts were one; Now we are one again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SAW A STABLE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GYPSY MAN by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE WINTER SUNSET by EVA K. ANGLESBURG SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |