Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 39, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The world will say, 'what mystic love is this?' Last Line: In which the buried soul of jesus lies. | ||||||||
The world will say, "What mystic love is this? What ghostly mistress? What angelic friend?" Read, masters, your own passion to the end, And tell me then if I have writ amiss. When all loves die that hang upon a kiss, And must with cavil and with chance contend, Their risen selves with the eternal blend Where perfect dying is their perfect bliss. And might I kiss her once, asleep or dead, Upon the forehead or the globed eyes, Or where the gold is parted on her head, That kiss would help me on to paradise As if I kissed the consecrated bread In which the buried soul of Jesus lies. | 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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