Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAMENT OF THE CAPTIVE, by RICHARD HENRY WILDE Poet's Biography First Line: My life is like the summer rose Last Line: But none, alas ! Shall mourn for me ! Variant Title(s): Life;stanzas Subject(s): Death; Life; Dead, The | ||||||||
My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground -- to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see,-- But none shall weep a tear for me! My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail, -- its date is brief, Restless, and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree,-- But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea,-- But none, alas ! shall mourn for me ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE |
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