Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTLEY: THE REVENANT, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O all ye fair ladies with your colours and your graces Last Line: Now wrapt in the gross clay, bereft of life's breath. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter | ||||||||
O all ye fair ladies with your colours and your graces, And your eyes clear in flame of candle and hearth, Toward the dark of this old window lift not up your smiling faces, Where a Shade stands forlorn from the cold of the earth. God knows I could not rest for one I still was thinking of; Like a rose sheathed in beauty her spirit was to me; Now out of unforgottenness a bitter draught I'm drinking of, 'Tis sad of such beauty unremembered to be. Men all are shades, O Women. Winds wist not of the way they blow. Apart from your kindness, life's at best but a snare. Though a tongue, now past praise, this bitter thing doth say, I know What solitude means, and how, homeless, I fare. Strange, strange, are ye all -- except in beauty shared with her -- Since I seek one I loved, yet was faithless to in death. Not life enough I heaped, so thus my heart must fare with her, Now wrapt in the gross clay, bereft of life's breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE JOHN MOULDY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |
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