"Artemidora! Gods invisible, While thou art lying faint along the couch, Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet, And stand beside thee, ready to convey Thy weary steps where other rivers flow. Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness Away, and voices like thine own come nigh, Soliciting, nor vainly, thy embrace." Artemidora sighed, and would have press'd The hand now pressing hers, but was too weak. Fate's shears were over her dark hair unseen While thus Elpenor spake: he look'd into Eyes that had given light and life erewhile To those above them, those now dim with tears And watchfulness. Again he spake of joy Eternal. At that word, that sad word, @3joy@1, Faithful and fond her bosom heav'd once more, Her head fell back: one sob, one loud deep sob Swell'd through the darken'd chamber; 'twas not hers: With her that old boat incorruptible, Unwearied, undiverted in its course, Had plash'd the water up the farther strand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TEMPEST by ANITA CONCHITA ALLMON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |