In Memoriam

A poem by Louise Chandler Moulton

As the wind at play with a spark
Of fire that glows through the night;
As the speed of the soaring lark
That wings to the sky his flight -
So swiftly thy soul has sped
In its upward wonderful way,
Like the lark when the dawn is red,
In search of the shining day.

Thou art not with the frozen dead
Whom earth in the earth we lay,
While the bearers softly tread,
And the mourners kneel and pray;
From thy semblance, dumb and stark,
The soul has taken its flight -
Out of the finite dark,
Into the infinite Light.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'In Memoriam' by Louise Chandler Moulton

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy