Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY WINDOW, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN



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First Line: The young moon, refreshed from her lynns of light
Last Line: "to hear them where the moon draws light affirm their new-seen ""all is one."
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund


THE young moon, refreshed from her lynns of light,
Moves there; her golden horn,
New-beauty-born,
Ravishes the night,
And the single star that on human sight
For ever companions her summer return,
At his spell,
Her lute, her blossom in the bosom, her bell,
Is the eye of eternal affection,
Tenderness, the nurse of resurrection;
These at my window are, the moon and star,
And this inquiring, retiring, reappearing bat
With thwart magnificat.

Below, the pool of dewy meadows rests, its faint shine
Far-stealing; and in my room, this mine
And tunnel, prisoners stand on every hand,
Their geniuses turned into printed pages,
Princes these of all the ages;
My love yet makes their shells and cerecloths bloom.
I bless them, gazing along the wall at their questionable shape,
And while I bless them, condemn them to no escape
From me their king and ape
Until my spirit be gone
To hear them where the moon draws light affirm their new-seen "All is One."





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