Poems (Proctor)/Alone with God
ALONE WITH GOD.
Beside the bier I watched his rest divine,
While sunset faded and the moon rose fair
To light the chamber gloom with mellow shine,
And kiss the lips that love would hardly dare;
And through the lattice, from the meadows, came
The south wind like a seraph, fluting low,
And fanned his cheek, and almost breathed his name,
And waved the pall's weird fringes to and fro.
While sunset faded and the moon rose fair
To light the chamber gloom with mellow shine,
And kiss the lips that love would hardly dare;
And through the lattice, from the meadows, came
The south wind like a seraph, fluting low,
And fanned his cheek, and almost breathed his name,
And waved the pall's weird fringes to and fro.
Oh, life I would have given for look or word!
Alas, alas, he could not hear my cry!
Caress nor prayer his wan, cold slumber stirred;
The wind and moonlight were as dear as I!
Done were our mingled days of joy and care;
Parted the paths we had together trod;
He on his bier, and I beside him there—
Each, in the stillness, was alone with God.
Alas, alas, he could not hear my cry!
Caress nor prayer his wan, cold slumber stirred;
The wind and moonlight were as dear as I!
Done were our mingled days of joy and care;
Parted the paths we had together trod;
He on his bier, and I beside him there—
Each, in the stillness, was alone with God.