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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Beyond


It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country  the Beyond;
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those whom I am so fond,
They make it seem familiar and most dear,
As journeying friends bring distant regions near.

So close it lies, that when my sight is clear
I think I almost see the gleaming strand.
I know I feel those who have gone from here
Come near enough sometimes, to touch my hand.
I often think, but for our veiled eyes,
We should find heaven right round about us lies.

I cannot make it seem a day to dread,
When from this dear earth I shall journey out
To that still dear country of the dead,
And join the lost ones, so long dreamed about.
I love this world, yet shall I love to go
And meet the friends who wait for me, I know.

I never stand above a bier and see
The seal of death set on some well-loved face
But that I think One more to welcome me,
When I shall cross the intervening space
Between this land and that one over there;
One more to make the strange Beyond seem fair.

And so for me there is no sting to death,
And so the grave has lost its victory.
It is but crossing  with a bated breath,
And white, set face  a little strip of sea,
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore,
More beautiful, more precious than before.



Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. Victory-1918
  2. Intermediary
  3. Artist and Man
  4. At Eleusis
  5. Beauty Making


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Ernest Dowson Beyond ("Love's aftermath! I think the time is now")
  • Katharine Bates Beyond ("COLOSSAL orb of space")
  • Madison Cawein Beyond ("Hangs stormed with stars the night")

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