Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FACE, by EBENEZER JONES Poet's Biography First Line: These dreary hours of hopeless gloom Last Line: God still must find alone my prayer. Subject(s): Despair; Faces | ||||||||
THESE dreary hours of hopeless gloom Are all of life I fain would know; I would but feel my life consume, While bring they back mine ancient woe; For, midst the clouds of grief and shame That crowd around, one face I see; It is the face I dare not name, The face none ever name to me. I saw it first when in the dance Borne, like a falcon, down the hall, He stay'd to cure some rude mischance My girlish deeds had caused to fall; He smil'd, he danced with me, he made A thousand ways to soothe my pain; And sleeplessly all night I pray'd That I might see that smile again. I saw it next, a thousand times; And every time its kind smile near'd; Oh! twice ten thousand glorious chimes My heart rang out, when he appear'd; What was I then, that others' thought Could alter so my thought of him; That I could be by others taught His image from my heart to dim! I saw it last, when black and white Shadows went struggling o'er it wild; When he regain'd my long-lost sight, And I with cold obeisance smil'd; -- I did not see it fade from life; My letters o'er his heart they found; They told me in death's last hard strife His dying hands around them wound. Although my scorn that face did maim, Even when its love would not depart; Although my laughter smote its shame And drave it swording through his heart; Although its death-gloom grasps my brain With crushing unrefus'd despair; That I may dream that face again God still must find alone my prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WE LOOK UP by DENISE LEVERTOV HISTORY OF MY FACE by KHALED MATTAWA WOMAN IN FRONT OF POSTER OF HERSELF by ALICE NOTLEY THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN LOOKING AT AGING FACES by ROBERT BLY |
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