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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Veiled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is the promise of day merely darkness,<br>Is sleep full fruition for strife,<br>Is the grave compensation for sorrow,<br>Is Nirvana the answer to life?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is there no unobscured revelation<br>The evil of Earth to explain,—<br>No word of compassion to soften<br>The terrible riddle of pain?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In cold, imperturbable silence<br>The planets revolve in their course,<br>And Nature is deaf to entreaty,<br>Untroubled by doubt or remorse;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The snows, far outspread on her mountains,<br>Dissolve, nor her mandate gainsay,<br>And the cloud is consumed at her bidding,<br>And vanisheth quickly away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And man?—shall he fade like the cloud-wreath,<br>And waste, unresisting, like snow,<br>Nor learn of the place whence he journeyed,<br>Nor guess whereunto he must go?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alas! after nights spent in searching,<br>After days and years, what can he tell,—<br>What imagine of mysteries higher<br>Than heaven, and deeper than hell?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At end of the difficult journey,<br>With restless inquiries so rife,<br>He knows what his spirit discovered<br>At the shadowy threshold of life;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He feels what the tenderness beaming<br>From eyes bending, wistful, above,<br>Revealed to his heart when an infant,—<br>The care, unforgetting, of love!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The hawk toward the south her wings stretcheth,<br>The eagle ascendeth the sky;<br>They know not the Guide who conducts them,<br>Yet onward, unerring, they fly:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=118532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the desert the dew falleth gently,—<br>In the desert where no man is;<br>And the herb wisteth not who hath sent it,<br>But the herb and the dew,—both are His!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates&d=Poems">Poems</a></em></div>

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