Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET, by ELIZABETH OAKES PRINCE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Sing, sing - poet, sing! Last Line: Though it pierce, shall give thee rest. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Seba (e. Oakes), Mrs.; Oakes-smith, Elizabeth Subject(s): Grief; Poetry & Poets; Singing & Singers; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
Sing, sing -- Poet, sing! With the thorn beneath thy breast, Robbing thee of all thy rest; Hidden thorn for ever thine, Therefore dost thou sit and twine Lays of sorrowing -- Lays that wake a mighty gladness, Spite of all their mournful sadness. Sing, sing -- Poet sing! It doth ease thee of thy sorrow -- "Darkling" singing till the morrow; Never weary of thy trust, Hoping, loving as thou must, Let thy music ring; Noble cheer it doth impart, Strength of will and strength of heart. Sing, sing -- Poet, sing! Thou art made a human voice; Wherefore shouldst thou not rejoice That the tears of thy mute brother Bearing pangs he may not smother, Through thee are flowing -- For his dim, unuttered grief Through thy song hath found relief? Sing, sing -- Poet, sing! Join the music of the stars, Wheeling on their sounding cars; Each responsive in its place To the choral hymn of space -- Lift, oh lift thy wing -- And the thorn beneath thy breast. Though it pierce, shall give thee rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS AN INCIDENT by ELIZABETH OAKES PRINCE SMITH |
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