Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE AND DEATH, by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Our bark's on the water; come down, come down Last Line: In the sea they have found a common grave. Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): Death; Flowers; Love; Sea; Dead, The; Ocean | ||||||||
"Our bark's on the water; come down, come down, I'll weave for thy fair head a leafy crown, And in it I'll blend the roses bright, With asphodel woven of faint sunlight. But more precious than these I'll twine the pearls In the flowing locks of thy chestnut curls; And the gem and the flow'r from wave and from tree Shall form a bright diadem, Bianca, for thee. The sea is calm, and I will guard thee; Oh what, sweet love, should thus retard thee? Descend, fairest maiden, descend to the sea, And sail o'er the motionless waters with me." The sound of his last words was scarcely o'er, When beside him she stood on the ocean shore. Lightly she entered the gondola, And gaily her lover followed her -- But for them it had been happier Had they quietly lain in their beds all night, Nor sailed forth 'neath the moonbeam's deceitful light. Smoothly, swiftly the gondolier rowed along, The splash of his oars keeping time to his song; 'Twas an old tale of hope and of fear and of danger, Of the loves of a noble princess and a stranger; How they fled, and were married one fine summer night, And their days glided on in one stream of delight. But oh! wherefore trembles that lady fair? The lightning gleams forth through the heavy air; The thunder peals loudly, the low wind is wailing, And the heart of the lady for terror is failing. But Gonsalvo around her his left arm clasped tightly, And he fought with the sea that was foaming so whitely; All vain are his struggles -- the billows rise higher, The thunder is pealing, the sky seems on fire, The wild wind is howling, the lightning ne'er ceases -- He still clasps his love, but his strength fast decreases -- Fair Bianca has fainted; she hears not the wind, Nor the splash of the rain; to the lightning she's blind -- She knows not that down to the depths of the sea She's dragging her love irresistibly: Gonsalvo's efforts have fainter grown, And she hangs on his arm like a heavy stone; -- And now o'er them rolls each mighty wave -- In the sea they have found a common grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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