O lay again thy hand in mine, The day is done; O say again all joys divine And earthly from my eyelids shine. The sands are run. I see the gleam of some far land Where bright ones dwell; Like presence of that angel-band, I hear thy voice and feel thy hand. Dear heart, farewell. Love will not die but grow more fair When earth is gone; As I pass hence, I know not where, Speak on dear voice through ambient air And be one tone familiar there. Dear voice, speak on. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL |