Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A PEU PRES, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Poet's Biography First Line: Thy palace walls were founded well Last Line: A pulse-beat more, thou didst require! | ||||||||
THY palace walls were founded well, And well its courses thou didst lay; One tower defied the genie's spell, And stands a ruin to this day. The Land of Flowers thou didst attain, And see the spring's immortal jet; Thy staff-worn hand was reached in vain -- Thy lips that crystal never wet! With pains the altar thou didst dress, And the burnt sacrifice prepare, And call upon the God to bless -- All but the Fire from Heaven was there! Thou shak'st thy lance on hard-fought field, Thou sleep'st, the tingling stars above; -- Pity and praise sweet eyes can yield, But ne'er vouchsafe the Light of Love! What dost thou lack? 'Tis almost naught That parts thee from thy Heart's Desire, -- A step -- a span -- an airy thought: A pulse-beat more, thou didst require! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHANT OF THE FOUGHT FIELD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHRISTOPHER OF THE SHENANDOAH by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A DREAM TEMPLE; NEW YORK CITY by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A FAR CRY TO HEAVEN by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A LITTLE BOY'S VAIN REGRET by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |
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