I WAS upon the high and blessed mound, And kissed, long worshipping, the stones and grass, There on the hard stones prostrate, where, alas! That pure one laid her forehead in the ground. Then were the springs of gladness sealed and bound, The day that unto Death's most bitter pass My sick heart's lady turned her feet, who was Already in her gracious life renown'd. So in that place I spake to Love, and cried: 'O sweet my god, I am one whom Death may claim Hence to be his; for lo! my heart lies here.' Anon, because my Master lent no ear, Departing, still I called Selvaggia's name. So with my moan I left the mountain-side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |