"LIE there," I said, "my Sorrow! lie thou there! And I will drink the lissome air, And see if yet the heavens have gained their blue." Then rose my Sorrow as an aged man, And stared, as such a one will stare, A querulous doubt through tears that freshly ran; Wherefore I said: -- "Content! thou shalt go too.' So went we through the sunlit crocus-glade, I and my Sorrow, casting shade On all the innocent things that upward pree, And coax for smiles: but, as I went, I bowed, And whispered: -- "Be no whit afraid! He will pass sad and gentle as a cloud -- It is my Sorrow; leave him unto me." And every floweret in that happy place Yearned up into the weary face With pitying love, and held its golden breath, Regardless seeming he, as though within Was nothing apt for their sweet grace, Nor any sense save such as is akin To charnel glooms and emptiness of death. Then sung a lusty bird, whose throat was clear And strong with elemental cheer, Till very heaven seemed lifted with the joy: Jet after jet tumultuous music burst Fount-like, and filled the expanding sphere; Whereat my soul was fain to slake its thirst, Intent, and ravished with that blest employ. The songster ceased: -- articulate as a bell, The rippling echoes fell and fell Upon the shore of silence. Then I turned To call upon my Sorrow -- he was not; But O, what splendour filled the dell! There! there! O, there! upon the very spot Where he had been an awful glory burned. It was as though the mouth of God had kissed And purpled into amethyst Wan lips, as though red-quickening ichor rills Had flushed his heart: 'twas he no more, no more! 'Twas @3she@1, my soul's evangelist, My rose, my love, and lovelier than before, Dew-nurtured on the far Celestial hills. "O love," I cried, "I come, I come to thee! Stay! stay!" But softly, silently, As pales the moon before the assault of day, So, spectral-white against the brighter blue, Faded my darling. But with me Walks never more that shadow. God is true, And God was in that bird, believe it as ye may. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK IN THE MILE END ROAD by AMY LEVY TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF 27 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |