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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRING THEM NOT BACK, by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON Poet's Biography First Line: Yet, o my friend - pale conjurer, I call Last Line: Again to feel the cold world's ruth and wrong. | |||
YET, O my friend -- pale conjurer, I call Thee friend -- bring, bring the dead not back again, Since for the tears, the darkness and the pain Of unrequited friendship -- for the gall That hatred mingles with fond love -- for all Life's endless turmoil, bitterness and bane, Thou hast given dreamless rest. Still let the rain, And sunshine, and the dews from heaven fall Upon the graves of those whose peaceful eyes Thy breath hath sealed forever. Let the song Of summer birds be theirs, and in the skies Let the pale stars keep vigil all night long. O death, call not the holy dead to rise, Again to feel the cold world's ruth and wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BYLO-LAND by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON COME SLOWLY, PARADISE by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON COME, O WIND by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON DEATH AND NIGHT by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON LULLABY by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON TACITA by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON THE BEDOUINS OF THE SKIES by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON THE TWO SPIRITS by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON WE SHALL ATTAIN by JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS |
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