I DREAMED that, having died, my soul was brought Into the Presence. Many angels stood Around, and with delight upon me gazed; And higher I discerned the face of God Diffusing silent universal bliss. Then moved an angel toward me, and with joy Addressed me, saying: "Come and rest at last, And having rested, then thou shalt rejoice." The heavenly company smiled on me sweet; But I unbared my soul, and showed to them That wound which never human word, or hope, Or pity hath ever 'suaged; and at the sight A strange disturbance on the spirits came, And even a dimness on the face of God. Then rose from God's right hand a gentle Form, With silent eyes that said, "Hast thou for got?" And He disclosed His branded brow and hands. But I toward Him turning softly said, "Thy wounds are many, but Thou hadst no child." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK RAIN ON A GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH |