Poems About Loss Of Loved One

No Coward Soul

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I
see Heaven’s glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life - that in me has rest,
As I - undying Life - have Power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Emily Brontë (1818-1848)

No Funeral Gloom

No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
Corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness. Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine. Remember all the best
Of our past moments and forget the rest;
And so to where I wait, come gently on.

William Allingham (1824-1889)

Thoughts That Lie Too Deep For Tears

The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o’er man’s mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

from Intimations Of Immortality

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)