An Inquiry

Speak, O speak, my angel fair, Is there sadness everywhere — Folly where the flower feedeth Rapids where the river leadeth

To delight? Is there, is there anything An eternal joy can bring — What is real and what but seemeth

Like a dream a dreamer dreameth Thru the night? Can there be, Angel of Love Can there be bright homes above —

What is Life — and when it endeth What is Death — why it descendeth I implore? Tell me, Angel, can it be

That thy hand is leading me — Tell me, are these seraphs singing Up in heaven, gladness bringing Evermore?