There was a little life that beat from mine, A little hand that clasped my hand, and eyes That looked in mine with all love's mysteries, So deep, so true, so tender, so divine, That I could read therein the lucent sign Of heavenly things that speak not human wise, But find their utterance in the distant skies Where far withdrawn God's holiest secrets shine. And though my heart is bruised, and all my soul Quivers with pain, in patience I abide The grief that shadows all the world with gloom: I know that loss and grief are not the whole Of life, that Love is not Death's barren bride, But bears immortal fruit within her womb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |