Robert Browning.

Gone from our eyes, a loss for evermore,1
Gone to pursue within an ampler sphere2
The aims that winged thy soaring spirit here !3
Gone where she waits thee, who when living bore4
A heart, like thine, veined with love’s purest ore !5
Gone to behold, with eyes serene and clear,6
The world, that to thy life was ever near7
In gleams, now perfect dawn, of heavenly lore !8
Gone from our eyes that noble gracious head,9
The quick keen glance, the welcoming frank smile,10
Hushed, too, the voice with its strong manly ring,11
But not the strains, in which our souls are fed12
With thoughts, that life of half its pain beguile,13
And hopes of what the great Beyond shall bring !14