Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FAERY SONG: 2, by JOHN KEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah! Woe is me! Poor silver-wing! Last Line: Alas! Poor queen! | ||||||||
Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing! That I must chant thy lady's dirge, And death to this fair haunt of spring, Of melody, and streams of flowery verge,-- Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me! That I must see These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall! Go, pretty page! and in her ear Whisper that the hour is near! Softly tell her not to fear Such calm favonian burial! Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,-- The blossoms hang by a melting spell, And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice Upon her closed eyes, That now in vain are weeping their last tears, At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green,-- Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,-- Alas! poor Queen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA: 2. DAISY'S SONG by JOHN KEATS ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI by JOHN KEATS LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS |
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