Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 38, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, not for me, for thee, dear god, her head Last Line: Whispers within me: hail, thou full of grace. | ||||||||
Oh, not for me, for thee, dear God, her head Shines with this perfect golden aureole, For thee this sweetness doth possess her soul, And to thy chambers are her footsteps led. The light will live that on my path she shed, While any pilgrim yet hath any goal, And heavenly musicians from their scroll Will sing all her sweet words, when I am dead. In her unspotted heart is steadfast faith Fed on high thoughts, and in her beauteous face The fountain of the love that conquers death; And as I see her in her kneeling-place, A Gabriel comes, and with inaudible breath Whispers within me: Hail, thou full of grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA COLLEGE DRINKING SONG by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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