Analysis of The Inheritance

Since you did depart
Out of my reach, my darling,
Into the hidden,  
I see each shadow start  
With recognition, and I
Am wonder-ridden.  

I am dazed with the farewell,  
But I scarcely feel your loss.  
You left me a gift  
Of tongues, so the shadows tell
Me things, and silences toss  
Me their drift.  

You sent me a cloven fire  
Out of death, and it burns in the draught
Of the breathing hosts,
Kindles the darkening pyre  
For the sorrowful, till strange brands waft
Like candid ghosts.  

Form after form, in the streets  
Waves like a ghost along,
Kindled to me;  
The star above the house-top greets
Me every eve with a long  
Song fierily.  

All day long, the town
Glimmers with subtle ghosts  
Going up and down  
In a common, prison-like dress;  
But their daunted looking flickers
To me, and I answer, Yes!

So I am not lonely nor sad  
Although bereaved of you,  
My little love.  
I move among a kinsfolk clad  
With words, but the dream shows through
As they move.