That we might know, how are the dead; <br /> Whether their state be happy or no; <br /> My lost sire, I loved him so; <br /> That I to him, might this have said. <br /> <br /> It isn't enough in mood to fall, <br /> Into those days, think what was ours; <br /> For, weak and limited are those powers <br /> To summon him again, and to recall <br /> <br /> The gentle, and the still-adored. <br /> O, limited, are the ways of man! <br /> What mind, though gifted, can again, <br /> Or ever has, this loss, restored? <br /> <br /> I war with fancy; for it brings <br /> Me to the brink of those last days, <br /> And it but anguish, thought, repays, <br /> And flees away on lightest wings. <br /> <br /> Yet, come to me, who am laid low, <br /> And say or whisper, and me, tell, <br /> Loved and mourned, that all is well, <br /> And I can peacefully let you go.<br /><br />Faery Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-we-might-know/
