Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY SAINT, by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, long the weary vigils since you left me Last Line: Entice my spirit, -- take me hence with you! Alternate Author Name(s): Chandler, Ellen Louise Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
OH, long the weary vigils since you left me -- In your far home, I wonder, can you know To what dread uttermost your loss bereft me, Or half it meant to me that you should go? This world is full, indeed, of fair hopes perished, And loves more fleet than this poor fleeting breath; But that deep heart in which my heart was cherished Must surely have survived what we call Death. They cannot cease -- our own true dead -- to love us, And you will hear this far-off cry of mine, Though you keep holiday so high above us, Where all the happy spirits sing and shine. Steal back to me to-night, from your far dwelling, Beyond the pilgrim moon, beyond the sun: They will not miss your single voice for swelling Their rapture-chorus -- you are only one. Ravish my soul, as with divine embraces; Teach me, if Life is false, that Death is true; With pledge of new delights in heavenly places Entice my spirit, -- take me hence with you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON |
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