Poems on Miscellaneous Subjects (Harper, 1857)/The revel
THE REVEL."He knoweth not that the dead are there."
In yonder halls reclining Are forms surpassing fair,And brilliant lights are shining, But, oh! the dead are there!
There's music, song and dance, There's banishment of care,And mirth in every glance, But, oh! the dead are there!
The wine cup's-sparkling glow Blends with the viands rare,There's revelry and show, But still, the dead are there!
'Neath that flow of song and mirth Runs the current of despair,But the simple sons of earth Know not the dead are there!
They'll shudder start and tremble, They'll weep in wild despairWhen the solemn truth breaks on them, That the dead, the dead are there!