Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE CANNOT DIE, by PHOEBE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Once, when my youth was in its flower Last Line: Thou still art with me there! Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
ONCE, when my youth was in its flower, I lived in an enchanted bower, Unvexed with fear or care, With one who made my world so bright, I thought no darkness and no blight Could ever enter there I have no friend like that to-day, The very bower has passed away; It was not what it seemed; I know in all the world of men There is not and there ne'er has been, That one of whom I dreamed! And one I loved and called my friend, And hoped to walk with to the end, And on the better shore, Has changed so cruelly that she, Out of my years that are to be, Is lost for evermore. With his dear eyes in death shut fast, Sleeps one who loved me to the last, Beneath the church-yard stone; Yet hath his spirit always been Near me to cheer the world wherein I seem to walk alone. There was a little golden head A few brief seasons pillowed Softly my own beside; That pillow long has been unprest -- That child yet sleeps upon my breast As though she had not died, And seeing that I always hold Mine earthly loves, in love's sweet fold, I thus have learned to know, That He, whose tenderness divine Surpasses every thought of mine, Will never let me go. Yea, thou, whose love, so strong, so great, Nor life nor death can separate From souls within thy care; I know that though in heaven I dwell, Or go to make my bed in hell, Thou still art with me there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY |
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