Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DURING MUSIC, by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: O tears that well up to my eyes Last Line: Too strange the hopes, too strange the fears. Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Eyes; Life; Soul; Tears | ||||||||
O tears that well up to my eyes, And vague thoughts wandering thro' my brain, Whence come ye? From what alien skies, From what dim sorrow, what strange pain? I hear old memories astir In dusky twilights of the past: O voices telling me of her, My soul, whom now I know at last: I know her not by any name, But she with hope or fear is pale; I see her ere this body came From mortal womb with mortal wail. Later and later through long years, Through generations of dead men, I see her in her mist of tears, I see her in her shroud of pain. I see her whom the aeons have raised From one dim birth to endless life; I see her strive, regain, re-fail Forever in the endless strife. I see her, soul of man, and soul Of woman, and in many lands: Her eyes are fixt on some far goal But she hath neither thrall nor bands. On one day yet to come I see This body pale and cold and dead: The spirit once again made free Hovers triumphant overhead. Again, again, O endless day, I see her in new forms pace on, And ever with her on the way Fair kindred souls in unison. O wandering thoughts within my brain, O voices speaking low to me, O music sweet with stingless pain, Bring clear the vision that I see! O ecstasy of sound, O pain! Too sad my heart, too sad the tears It bringeth to my eyes again, Too strange the hopes, too strange the fears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BANGLA DESH: 2. THE BLOOD IN MY EYES by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ TIME ROCKING ON by ANSELM HOLLO TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOW FAR IS IT TO THE LAND WE LEFT? by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE |
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