WEEPER! to thee how bright a morn was given After thy long, long vigil of despair, When that high voice which burial-rocks had riven Thrilled with immortal tones the silent air! Never did clarion's royal blast declare Such tale of victory to a breathless crowd, As the deep sweetness of @3one@1 word could bear Into thy heart of hearts, O woman! bowed By strong affection's anguish! one low word -- "@3Mary!@1" and all the triumph wrung from death Was thus revealed; and thou, that so hadst erred, So wept, and been forgiven, in trembling faith Didst cast thee down before the all-conquering Son, Awed by the mighty gift thy tears and love had won! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 2. RIVER SONG by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |