Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NICE CORRESPONDENT, by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON Poet's Biography First Line: The glow and the glory are plighted Last Line: Was written to you.' Alternate Author Name(s): Locker, Frederick Subject(s): Browning, Robert (1812-1889); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
'THE glow and the glory are plighted To darkness, for evening is come; The lamp in Glebe Cottage is lighted, The birds and the sheep-bells are dumb; I'm alone at my casement, for Pappy Is summoned to dinner at Kew; I'm alone, my dear Fred, but I'm happy,-- I'm thinking of you. 'I wish you were here; were I duller Than dull, you'd be dearer than dear,-- I am dressed in your favourite colour,-- Dear Fred, how I wish you were here! I am wearing my lazuli necklace, The necklace you fastened askew! Was there ever so rude or so reckless A darling as you? 'I want you to come and pass sentence On two or three books with a plot: Of course you know "Janet's Repentance": I'm reading Sir Waverley Scott, The story of Edgar and Lucy,-- How thrilling, romantic, and true! The Master,--his bride was a goosey,-- Reminds me of you. 'To-day, in my ride, I've been crowning The Beacon whose magic still lures, For up there you discoursed about Browning,-- That stupid old Browning of yours: His verve and his vogue are alarming, I'm anxious to give him his due; But, Fred, he's not nearly so charming A poet as you. 'I have heard how you shot at the Beeches, I saw how you rode Chanticleer, I have read the reports of your speeches, And echoed the echoing cheer: There's a whisper of hearts you are breaking,-- I envy their owners. I do!-- Small marvel that fashion is making Her idol of you. 'Alas for the world, and its dearly Bought triumph, and fugitive bliss; Sometimes I half wish I was merely A plain or a penniless Miss: But, perhaps, one is best with a measure Of pelf; and I'm not sorry, too, That I'm pretty, because it's a pleasure, My dearest, to you. 'Your whim is for frolic and fashion, Your taste is for letters and art;-- This rhyme is the common-place passion That glows in a fond woman's heart: Put it by in a dainty deposit For relics,--we all have a few! Some day, love, they'll print it, because it Was written to you.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON |
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