<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream Of Resurrection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SO heavenly beautiful it lay, <br>It was less like a human corse <br>Than that fair shape in which perforce <br>A lost hope clothes itself alway. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dream showed very plain: the bed <br>Where that known unknown face reposed,-- <br>A woman's face with eyelids closed, <br>A something precious that was dead; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A something, lost on this side life, <br>By which the mourner came and stood, <br>And laid down, ne'er to be indued, <br>All flaunting robes of earthly strife; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shred off, like votive locks of hair, <br>Youth's ornaments of pride and strength, <br>And cast them in their golden length <br>The silence of that bier to share. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No tears fell,--but with gazings long <br>Lorn memory tried to print that face <br>On the heart's ever-vacant place, <br>With a sun-finger, sharp and strong.-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then kisses, dropping without sound, <br>And solemn arms wound round the dead, <br>And lifting from the natural bed <br>Into the coffin's strange new bound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still no farewell, or belief <br>In death, no more than one believes <br>In some dread truth that sudden weaves <br>The whole world in a shroud of grief. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still unanswered kisses; still <br>Warm clingings to the image cold <br>With an incredulous faith's close fold, <br>Creative in its fierce 'I will.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush,--hush! the marble eyelids move, <br>The kissed lips quiver into breath: <br>Avaunt, thou mockery of Death! <br>Avaunt!--we are conquerors, I and Love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Corpse of dead Hope, awake, arise, <br>A living Hope that only slept <br>Until the tears thus overwept <br>Had washed the blindness from our eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come back into the upper day: <br>Pluck off these cerements. Patient shroud, <br>We'll wrap thee as a garment proud <br>Round the fair shape we thought was clay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clasp, arms; cling, soul; eyes, drink anew <br>The beauty that returns with breath: <br>Faith, that out-loved this trance-like death, <br>May see this resurrection too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368475" data-title="A Dream Of Resurrection de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="SO heavenly beautiful it lay, It was less like a human corse Than that fair shape in which perforce A lost hope clothes itself alway. The dream showed very plain: the bed Where that known unknown face reposed,-- A woman's face with eyelids ..."></div> </div> </div>

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