STILL for the world he lives, and lives in bliss, <br />For God and for himself. Ten years and three <br />Have now elapsed since he was dead to me <br />And all that were on earth intensely his. <br />Not in the dim domain of Gloomy Dis, <br />The death-god of the ever-guessing Greek, <br />Nor in the paradise of Houris sleep <br />I think of him whom I most sorely miss. <br />The sage, the poet, lives for all mankind, <br />As long as truth is true, or beauty fair. <br />The soul that ever sought its God to find <br />Has found Him now - no matter how, or where. <br />Yet can I not but mourn because he died <br />That was my father, should have been my guide.<br /><br />Hartley Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-on-the-anniversary-of-our-father-s-death/
