Berenice, your sister, the Edomite queen, I thought I saw her stroll in your garden tonight. How tranquil she has grown, and how serene, Since she has learned to bear her days upright. Henceforth you will be as two twin sisters here, Palace of black marble, villa of burnished wood; The things that set you apart will disappear, Existence, Time, and Space be your one hood. She the illustrious queen, and you the courtesan The pale child yielding under the heart's weight, You have both journeyed in one caravan, And with the same tears have borne a single fate. Here now you two are calm, though life be harsh, With your renouncements, lest the ways widen; And therefore, here at Aigues-Mortes, the marsh Resembles the marshes of Tyre and of Sidon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLEFIELD by EMILY DICKINSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT ASPIRATIONS: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 8 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO THE MOON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. ROSES by THOMAS CAMPION |