DANTE, sole standing on the heavenward height, Beheld and heard one saying, 'Behold me well: I am, I am Beatrice.' Heaven and hell Kept silence, and the illimitable light Of all the stars was darkness in his sight Whose eyes beheld her eyes again, and fell Shame-stricken. Since her soul took flight to dwell In heaven, six hundred years have taken flight. And now that heavenliest part of earth whereon Shines yet their shadow as once their presence shone To her bears witness for his sake, as he For hers bare witness when her face was gone: No slave, no hospice now for grief -- but free From shore to mountain and from Alp to sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED TRANSFORMATION by BEATRICE JEAN K. BOROFF SWEET WEARINESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |