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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REQUIEM, by JOSEPH NOEL PATON First Line: Wither'd pansies faint and sweet Last Line: Where in his youth he lieth -- dead. | |||
WITHER'D pansies faint and sweet, O'er his breast in silence shed, Faded lilies o'er his feet, Waning roses round his head, Where in dreamless sleep he lies -- Folded palms and sealed eyes -- Young Love, within my bosom -- dead. Young Love that was so fond, so fair, With his mouth of rosy red, Argent wing and golden hair, And those blue eyen, glory-fed From some fount of splendor, far Beyond or moon or sun or star -- And can it be that he is dead? Ay! his breast is cold as snow: Pulse and breath forever fled; If I kiss'd him ever so, To my kiss he were as lead; If I clipp'd him as of yore He would answer me no more With lip or hand -- for he is dead. But breathe no futile sigh; no tear Smirch his pure and lonely bed. Let no foolish cippus rear Its weight above him. Only spread Rose, lily, pale forget-me-not, And pansies round the silent spot Where in his youth he lieth -- dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON THE LAST REDOUBT by ALFRED AUSTIN THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE THREE PLEASURES by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX LINES AFTER THE MANNER OF HOMER ... OPENING OF A HAMPER by WILLIAM COWPER |
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