THOU Power, that beyond the wind Rulest, to thee I am resigned. My child from me is snatched away; She vanished at the peer of day. Yet I discern with clearer brow A high indulgence in the blow, Light in the storm that o'er me broke, A special kindness in the stroke, A gentleness behind the Law, A sweetness following on the awe. Shall I forget that noonday hour, When as upon some favourite flower A deep and tingling bliss was shed, A thrilling peace from overhead? I had not known it since my birth, I shall not know it more on earth. But now I may not sin, nor err, For fear of ever losing her. Though reeling from Thy thunder-blow, Though blinded with Thy lightning low, I stagger back to dismal life, And mix myself with mortal strife, Thy judgment still to me is sweet; I feel, I feel, that we shall meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PORTRAIT SONNETS: 4 by HENRY BELLAMANN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ADMIRAL EVANS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |