Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SOLEMN CONCEIT, by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Stately trees are growing Last Line: O'er the gone, for ever gone! Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, Isaac | ||||||||
STATELY trees are growing, Lusty winds are blowing, And mighty rivers flowing On, for ever on. As stately forms were growing, As lusty spirits blowing, And as mighty fancies flowing On, for ever on; But there has been leave-taking, Sorrow and heart-breaking, And a moan, pale Echo's making, For the gone, for ever gone! Lovely stars are gleaming, Bearded lights are streaming, And glorious suns are beaming On, for ever on. As lovely eyes were gleaming, As wondrous lights were streaming, And as glorious minds were beaming On, for ever on; -- But there has been soul-sundering, Wailing, and sad wondering; For graves grow fat with plundering The gone, for ever gone! We see great eagles soaring, We hear deep oceans roaring, And sparkling fountains pouring On, for ever on. As lofty ones were soaring, As sonorous voices roaring, And as sparkling wits were pouring On, for ever on; -- But, pinions have been shedding, And voiceless darkness spreading, Since a measure Death's been treading O'er the gone, for ever gone! Every thing is sundering, Every one is wondering, And this huge globe goes thundering On, for ever on. But, 'mid this weary sundering, Heart-breaking and sad wondering, And this huge globe's rude thundering On, for ever on, I would that I were dreaming, Where little flowers are gleaming, And the long green grass is streaming O'er the gone, for ever gone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A CAVEAT TO THE WIND by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A MONODY by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A NIGHT VISION by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL A SABBATH SUMMER NOON by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL CERTAIN PLEASANT VERSES TO THE LADY OF MY HEART by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL CHOICE OF DEATH by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL CLERKE RICHARD AND MAID MARGARET by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL COME DOWN, YE SPIRITS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL |
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