IN heaven-high musings and many, Far-seeking and deep debate, Of strong things find I not any That is as the strength of Fate. Help nor healing is told In soothsayings uttered of old, In the Thracian runes, the verses Engraven of Orpheus' pen; No balm of virtue to save Apollo aforetime gave, Who stayeth with tender mercies The plagues of the children of men. She hath not her habitation In temples that hands have wrought; Him that bringeth oblation, Behold, she heedeth him naught. Be thou not wroth with us more, O mistress, than heretofore; For what God willeth soever, That thou bringest to be; Thou breakest in sunder the brand Far forged in the Iron Land; Thine heart is cruel, and never Came pity anigh unto thee. Thee, too, O King, hath she taken And bound in her tenfold chain; Yet faint not, neither complain: The dead thou wilt not awaken For all thy weeping again. They perish, whom gods begot; The night releaseth them not. Beloved was she that died And dear shall ever abide, For this was the queen among women, Admetus, that lay by thy side. Not as the multitude lowly Asleep in their sepulchres, Not as their grave be hers, But like as the gods held holy, The worship of wayfarers. Yea, all that travel the way Far off shall see it and say. @3Lo, erst for her lord she died, To-day she sitteth enskied; Hail, lady, be gracious to usward;@1 that alway her honor abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN HYMN TO SCIENCE by MARK AKENSIDE |