
In her poem “To the Beloved Dead – A Lament,” Alice Meynell expresses her grief over the death of a beloved person. She speaks of the pain of loss and the emptiness that follows, and of the memories that linger in her heart. She speaks of the beauty of the beloved’s life, and of the joy that was shared between them. She speaks of the sorrow of the beloved’s passing, and of the hope that they will meet again in the afterlife. The poem is a tribute to the beloved, and a reminder of the power of love and the fragility of life.
By Alice Meynell · First published 1903 · Genre: Poetry, Lament, Romanticism · 271 words
Beloved, thou art like a tune that idle fingers Play on a window-pane. The time is there, the form of music lingers; But O thou sweetest strain, Where is thy soul? Thou liest i' the wind and rain.
Even as to him who plays that idle air, It seems a melody, For his own soul is full of it, so, my Fair, Dead, thou dost live in me, And all this lonely soul is full of thee.
Thou song of songs! -- not music as before Unto the outward ear; My spirit sings thee inly evermore, Thy falls with tear on tear. I fail for thee, thou art too sweet, too dear.
Poems: TO THE BELOVED DEAD -- A LAMENT is listed on Textopian as a poem by Alice Meynell, dated 1903 CE.
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