Consolation Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Consolation
All are not taken; there are left behind
Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:
But if it were not so—if I could find
No love in all this world for comforting,
Nor any path but hollowly did ring
Where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoin'd;
And if, before those sepulchres unmoving
I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb
Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)
Crying 'Where are ye, O my loved and loving? '—
I know a voice would sound, 'Daughter, I AM.
Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth? '
I have read Elizabeth Barret Browning's poetry since I was young. This is one of her many poetry that I'll always love. A great comfort to those who feel alone. Having a strong faith in Him above has always been a strong support for my survival in this earthly world, where even to care and love someone is a struggle. Nothing really comes easy in life except to have a strong faith in our destiny after death.We just have to be what we are - as caring people - and do our best the way we can. Someone up there will take care of the rest. I strongly believe in this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/24/2025 9:19:54 PM # 1.0.0
Nice poem I like it very much