Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BEINGS OF THE MIND, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS


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First Line: Come to me with your triumphs and your woes
Last Line: In the soul's world, with you, where change is not, to dwell!
Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea
Subject(s): Reason; Intellect; Rationalism; Brain; Mind; Intellectuals


COME to me with your triumphs and your woes,
Yeforms, to life by glorious poets brought!
I sit alone with flowers, and vernal boughs
In the deep shadow of a voiceless thought!
"Midst the glad music of the spring alone,
And sorrowful for visions that are gone!

Come to me! make your thrilling whispers heard
Ye, by those masters of the soul endowed
With life, and love, and many a burning word,
That bursts from grief, like lightning from a cloud,
And smites the heart, till all its chords reply,
As leaves make answer when the wind sweeps by.

Come to me! visit my dim haunt! -- the sound
Of hidden springs is in the grass beneath;
The stock-dove's note above; and all around,
The poesy that with the violet's breath
Floats through the air, in rich and sudden streams,
Mingling, like music, with the soul's deep dreams.

Friends, friends! -- for such to my lone heart ye are --
Unchanging ones! from whose immortal eyes
The glory melts not as a waning star,
And the sweet kindness never, never dies;
Bright children of the bard! o'er this green dell
Pass once again, and light it with your spell!

Imogen! fair Fidele! meekly blending
In patient grief, "a smiling with a sigh;"
And thou, Cordelia! faithful daughter, tending
That sire, an outcast to the bitter sky;
Thou of the soft low voice! -- thou art not gone!
Still breathes for me its faint and flute-like tone.

And come to me! -- sing me thy willow-strain,
Sweet Desdemona! with the sad surprise
In thy beseeching glance, where still, though vain,
Undimmed, unquenchable affection lies;
Come, bowing thy young head to wrong and scorn,
As a frail hyacinth, by showers o'erborne.

And thou, too, fair Ophelia! flowers are here,
That well might win thy footstep to the spot --
Pale cowslips, meet for maiden's early bier,
And pansies for sad thoughts, -- but needed not!
Come with thy wreaths, and all the love and light
In that wild eye still tremulously bright.

And Juliet, vision of the south! enshrining
All gifts that unto its rich heaven belong;
The glow, the sweetness, in its rose combining,
The soul its nightingales pour forth in song!
Thou, making death deep joy! -- but couldst thou die?
No! -- thy young love hath immortality!

From earth's bright faces fades the light of morn,
From earth's glad voices drops the joyous tone;
But ye, the children of the soul, were born
Deathless, and for undying love alone;
And, O ye beautiful! 'tis well, how well,
In the soul's world, with you, where change is not, to dwell!





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