Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: Art needs thee, gentle lady. Where dost thou Last Line: Oh, heal sad art,and doing so, save me! | ||||||||
Art needs thee, gentle lady. Where dost thou Yet tarry? Art is weeping through the night, And though above his head the stars are bright, He needs thy hand to wreathe them round his brow. The sonnets wave white wings and to thee call: Imagination's hand is on the plough: Fancies arise like wreaths of mist and fall: Blossoms of thought before the soft breeze bow. But where dost thou abide, O soul of Art? What songs are soothing now thy world-worn heart? Pale Art is dying, lady, for thy kiss: Oh, wilt not thou arise and save by this? Sad Art is perishing for lack of thee; Oh, heal sad Art,and doing so, save me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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