Visages of God's Acre Lyrics

Come now

And crossover

Wild, idle sobs in lonely pain

Kissed the dead face again and yet again

Cold form passionately clung

Past this angry billow

Life's rude unbridled

Anchored, some far enchanted break

Enthralled with splendor

Of that seraph aspect

Where in trance marmoreal lay sleeping

Silent and shadowy stood

Melt not of death but blossomed memory-rife

Dissever then Thy arms from dust

Anew in life's great ferment to compose

Spared of the warm terrestrial trivial

Stooped as to lift yet lingered still

Inexorably gentle to fulfil

Sweet, sacred, but not the soul by this

Hath scaled the ramparts the walls of bliss portal

Over that still mound there weep thy fond regrets

Tears, memories, to the dreaming proffer

Weep if thou wilt, where soon the rose shall laugh

Oxlips triumphant write her cenotaph

Death lifted his mighty wings

No error fools to fear the outspread shadowy terror