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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUIN, by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: As I was walking in my lunar dream Last Line: Rolled, crashing, back into the heart of hell. | |||
As I was walking in my lunar dream Up those dim stairs that lead to break of day, My soul's chimera barred the starry way, And broke the thread-like hope, the glimmering beam; Methought my spirit pealed a stifled scream, -- So hideous-fair the monster, loud and gay, So turbulent and blithe, in riotous play. It called upon me, shouting, to blaspheme: And my weak flesh, pledg'd to God's work and word, Discreet and mild, subdued to yearn and learn, Almost redeemed, a blanching miracle, -- Flushing deep red, with acrid juices stirred, Before this vast brute, gross and taciturn, Rolled, crashing, back into the heart of hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE 1870-71 by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A BALLAD OF THE UPPER THAMES by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A DREAM OF NOVEMBER; TO ARTHUR SYMONS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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