Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOZART'S REQUIEM, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A requiem! And for whom? Last Line: Into the notes that o'er my dust shall swell. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Funerals; Mozart, Wolfgang Amadeus (1756-1791); Women; Burials | ||||||||
A REQUIEM! -- and for whom? For beauty in its bloom? For valor fallen -- a broken rose or sword? A dirge for king or chief, With pomp of stately grief, Banner, and torch, and waving plume deplored? Not so -- it is not so! The warning voice I know, From other worlds a strange mysterious tone; A solemn funeral air It called me to prepare, And my heart answered secretly -- my own! One more then, one more strain, In links of joy and pain, Mighty the troubled spirit to enthrall! And let me breathe my dower Of passion and of power Full into that deep lay -- the last of all! The last! -- and I must go From this bright world below, This realm of sunshine, ringing with sweet sound! Must leave its festal skies, With all their melodies, That ever in my breast glad echoes found! Yet have I known it long: Too restless and too strong Within this clay hath been the o'ermastering flame; Swift thoughts, that came and went, Like torrents o'er me sent, Have shaken, as a reed, my thrilling frame. Like perfumes on the wind, Which none may stay or bind, The beautiful comes floating through my soul; I strive with yearnings vain The spirit to detain Of the deep harmonies that past me roll' Therefore disturbing dreams Trouble the secret streams And founts of music that o'erflow my breast Something far more divine Than may on earth be mine, Haunts my worn heart, and will not let me rest. Shall I then fear the tone That breathes from worlds unknown? -- Surely these feverish aspirations there Shall grasp their full desire, And this unsettled fire Burn calmly, brightly, in immortal air. One more then, one more strain; To earthly joy and pain A rich, and deep, and passionate farewell! I pour each fervent thought, With fear, hope, trembling, fraught, Into the notes that o'er my dust shall swell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL SERMON by ANDREW HUDGINS RETURN FROM DELHI by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE SCATTERING OF EVAN JONES'S ASHES by GALWAY KINNELL BROWNING'S FUNERAL by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL MY FATHER'S BODY by WILLIAM MATTHEWS A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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