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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
J. A. S., by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography
First Line: Thou, who, in thine own bitter words, didst keep
Last Line: Fused from the ore of torments gross and dire.
Subject(s): Symonds, John Addington (1840-1893)
First Line: Thou, who, in thine own bitter words, didst keep
Last Line: Fused from the ore of torments gross and dire.
Subject(s): Symonds, John Addington (1840-1893)
THOU, who, in thine own bitter words, didst keep
A burning heart amid the eternal snows, --
Say, whether in the garth of death there grows
A herb to staunch thy grief and yield thee sleep.
Breathe gentlier, gentlier there! oh slumber deep
No more the fangs of fruitless longing close
Fast in that flesh from which the life-blood flows,
Back from that brow the clouds of torture sweep.
Beyond the lot of man thou sufferedst pain;
But thy great spirit, through the winnowing fire,
Like noblest metal from a raging pyre,
Ran, liquid light, a stream of sparkling rain,
Indomitably daring, gold of brain
Fused from the ore of torments gross and dire.
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