Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The curtains now are drawn Last Line: And death may come, but loving is divine.' Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
(Song) I THE curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glass, Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou'-west, And the sneering glare is gone Behind the yonder crest, While she sings to me: 'O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And death may come, but loving is divine.' II I stand here in the rain, With its smite upon her stone, And the grasses that have grown Over women, children, men, And their texts that 'Life is vain;' But I hear the notes as when Once she sang to me: 'O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, And death may come, but loving is divine.' | 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 AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY |
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