Classic and Contemporary Poetry
O'CONNOR'S CHILD, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The sleep of storms is dark upon the skies Last Line: The tempest, and the desert, and the tomb. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | ||||||||
THE sleep of storms is dark upon the skies; The weight of omens heavy in the cloud: -- Bid the lorn huntress of the desert rise, And gird the form whose beauty grief hath bowed, And leave the tomb, as tombs are left -- alone, To the stars' vigil, and the wind's wild moan. Tell her of revelries in bower and hall, Where gems are glittering, and bright wine is poured -- Where to glad measures chiming footsteps fall, And soul seems gushing from the harp's full chord; And richer flowers amid fair tresses wave, Than the sad "Love-lies-bleeding" of the grave. Oh! little know'st thou of the o'ermastering spell, Wherewith love binds the spirit, strong in pain. To the spot hallowed by a wild farewell. A parting agony -- intense, yet vain, A look -- and darkness when its gleam hath flown, A voice -- and silence when its words are gone. She hears thee not; -- her full, deep, fervent heart Is set in her dark eyes; -- and they are bound Unto that cross, that shrine, that world apart, Where faithful blood hath sanctified the ground. And love with death striven long by tear and prayer, And anguish frozen into still despair. Yet on her spirit hath arisen at last A light, a joy of its own wanderings born; Around her path a vision's glow is cast, Back, back, her lost one comes in hues of morn! For her the gulf is filled -- the curtain shred, Whose mystery parts the living and the dead. And she can pour forth in such converse high, All her soul's tide of love, the deep, the strong! Oh! lonelier far, perchance, thy destiny, And more forlorn, amidst the world's gay throng, Than hers, -- the queen of that majestic gloom, The tempest, and the desert, and the tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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