THEN saw I, with gray eyes fulfilled of rest, And lulling voice, a woman sweet, and she,-- "Bear thou my word: I am of all most blest; Nor marvel that I am Eurydice. I stood and watched those slow feet go from me Farther and farther; in the light afar, All clear the figure grew -- then suddenly Into my dark his face flashed like a star!-- And that was all. The purple vaporous door Left me triumphant over time and space; Sliding across between forevermore, It could not hide the glory of that face. For me no room to doubt, no need to learn-- He knew the whole - and could not choose but turn!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP UNDERTONES by GRACE HOLBROOK BLOOD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |