Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLOOM HATH FLED THY CHEEK, MARY, by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Farewell! Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, Isaac Subject(s): Love – Loss Of; Transcience; Aging; Farewell | ||||||||
The bloom hath fled thy cheek, Mary, As spring's rath blossoms die, And sadness hath o'ershadowed quite Thy once bright eye ; But, look on me, the prints of grief Still deeper lie. Farewell! Thy lips are pale and mute, Mary, Thy step is sad and slow, The morn of gladness hath gone by Thou erst didst know ; I, too, am changed like thee, and weep For very woe. Farewell ! It seems as 'twere but yesterday We were the happiest twain, When murmured sighs and joyous tears, Dropping like rain, Discoursed my love and told how loved I was again. Farewell! 'Twas not in cold and measured phrase We gave our passion name ; Scorning such tedious eloquence, Our heart's fond flame And long imprisoned feelings fast In deep sobs came. Farewell! Would that our love had heen the love That merest worldlings know, When passion's draught to our doomed lips Turns utter woe, And our poor dream of happiness Vanishes so! Farewell! But in the wreck of all our hopes, There's yet some touch of bliss, Since fate robs not our wretchedness Of this last kiss: Despair, and love, and madness, meet In this, in this. Farewell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN STUDY #2 FOR B.B.L. by JUNE JORDAN WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES JEANIE MORRISON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL |
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