The gates of death yawned wide, my love, To claim thee for their own, With bated breath, I tried, my love, To stifle tear and groan. My bleeding soul cried out, my love, So helpless there was I, For God's control throughout, my love, I would not have thee die. The words I prayed were few, my love, But steeped in anguished gall, And undismayed were you, my love, And bravest through it all. My prayer was heard, thou'rt still my love, God bade grim death depart, And by His word, His will, my love, He eased my chastened heart. Thou'rt more to me tonight, my love, Than e'er thou wast before, And it shall be my right, my love, To have thee evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW |