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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A REMEMBRANCE, by WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK First Line: I see thee still! Thou art not dead Last Line: Throned in my heart I see thee still. | |||
I SEE thee still! thou art not dead, Though dust is mingled with thy form; The broken sunbeam hath not shed The final rainbow on the storm: In visions of the midnight deep, Thine accents through my bosom thrill Till joy's fond impulse bids me weep, -- For, wrapt in thought, I see thee still! I see thee still, -- that cheek of rose, -- Those lips with dewy fragrance wet, -- That forehead in serene repose, -- Those soul-lit eyes -- I see them yet! Sweet seraph! Sure thou art not dead, Thou gracest still this earthly sphere; An influence still is round me shed, Like thine, -- and yet thou art not here! Farewell, beloved! To mortal sight Thy vermeil cheek no more may bloom; No more thy smiles inspire delight, For thou art garnered in the tomb, -- Rich harvest for that ruthless power Which hath me bound to bear his will: Yet, as in hope's unclouded hour, Throned in my heart I see thee still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AMORETTI: 65 by EDMUND SPENSER MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE |
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