No comfort, nay, no comfort. Yet would I <br />In Sorrow's cause with Sorrow intercede. <br />Burst not the great heart,-this is all I plead- <br />Ah sentence it to suffer, not to die. <br />'Comfort?' If Jesus wept at Bethany, <br />-That doze and nap of Death-how may we bleed <br />Who watch the long sleep that is sleep indeed! <br />Pointing to Heaven I but remind you why <br />On earth you still must mourn. He who, being bold <br />For life-to-come, is false to the past sweet <br />Of Mortal life, hath killed the world above. <br />For why to live again if not to meet? <br />And why to meet if not to meet in love? <br />And why in love if not in that dear love of old?<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-in-bereavement/
