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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A REMEMBRANCE, by WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK First Line: I see thee still! Thou art not dead Last Line: Throned in my heart I see thee still. | |||
I SEE thee still! thou art not dead, Though dust is mingled with thy form; The broken sunbeam hath not shed The final rainbow on the storm: In visions of the midnight deep, Thine accents through my bosom thrill Till joy's fond impulse bids me weep, -- For, wrapt in thought, I see thee still! I see thee still, -- that cheek of rose, -- Those lips with dewy fragrance wet, -- That forehead in serene repose, -- Those soul-lit eyes -- I see them yet! Sweet seraph! Sure thou art not dead, Thou gracest still this earthly sphere; An influence still is round me shed, Like thine, -- and yet thou art not here! Farewell, beloved! To mortal sight Thy vermeil cheek no more may bloom; No more thy smiles inspire delight, For thou art garnered in the tomb, -- Rich harvest for that ruthless power Which hath me bound to bear his will: Yet, as in hope's unclouded hour, Throned in my heart I see thee still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS THE POWER OF ART by GEORGE SANTAYANA LONG LIVE LIFE by JACQUES BARON GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP PREMATURE REJOICING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE RETURN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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