Wilt thou come, love with the old grey-green eyes? Wilt thou pass with me to the land of death, And fill the vales with thy dear rose-soft breath, And fill the eternal heavens with sweet surprise As all thy beauty doth upon them rise?— Not since the death of Beatrice, so fair A woman, poet-crowned, upon that air Dawned,—adding splendour to the deathless skies. Wilt thou come with me, bursting every chain, And join within the land where death no more Sets evil footstep on the sunny shore The spirit whom through endless speechless pain Dante made his? Wilt thou be mine again, And let thy lips smile tenderly, as of yore? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT COWBOY'S COMPLAINT by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |