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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOURNING WOMEN, by WILSON C. DIBBLE
First Line: All you who mourn come here quite silently
Last Line: Your conquest young, your aid we still implore!
Subject(s): Mourning; Bereavement
First Line: All you who mourn come here quite silently
Last Line: Your conquest young, your aid we still implore!
Subject(s): Mourning; Bereavement
All you who mourn come here quite silently,
And look upon these women from old Greece,
Who sorrowed even as you, and found surcease
Remoulding pain to pain's sweet gravity:
Here Thalia peering far, as if to see
A world at rest in one soul's anchored peace,
Here beauty plain in Lydia's release,
Here winsome Phyllis raised to dignity.
O, graven ladies, past two thousand years,
What high appeal in all your mute address;
Past fright, dismay, past sodden grief and tears
You are more lovely now than loveliness!
Immortal ladies, come two thousand more,
Your conquest young, your aid we still implore!
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