Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give <br />From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who live, <br />Why leave you thus your graves, <br />In far off fields and waves, <br />Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your bed, <br />To haunt this spot where all <br />Those eyes that wept your fall, <br />And the hearts that wail'd you, like your own, lie dead? <br /> <br />It is true, it is true, we are shadows cold and wan; <br />And the fair and the brave whom we loved on earth are gone; <br />But still thus even in death, <br />So sweet the living breath <br />Of the fields and the flowers in our youth we wander'd o'er, <br />That ere, condemn'd, we go <br />To freeze 'mid Hecla's snow, <br />We would taste it a while, and think we live once more!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-ye-dead/
