Consolation

Consolation

ALL are not taken; there are left behind

Living Belovèds tender looks to bring

And make the daylight still a happy thing 

And tender voices to make soft the wind:

But if it were not so—if I could find 5

No love in all this world for comforting 

Nor any path but hollowly did ring

Where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoin'd;

And if before those sepulchres unmoving

I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb 10

Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)

Crying 'Where are ye O my loved and loving?'—

I know a voice would sound 'Daughter I AM.

Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?'