Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IANTHE, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE First Line: Ianthe! Could thy name express Last Line: I wake to find the vision fade. Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles Subject(s): Memory | ||||||||
IANTHE! could thy name express The unwhisper'd hope my soul conceals, Why, from my voice thou then might'st guess More of my heart than speech reveals. No other homage need I pay, All vows find utterance in thy name, A thousand things it seems to say That thee, and thee alone, proclaim. In those three syllables doth flow A music that is passing sweet, All other notes are lost below Until within thy name they meet. And whether by the brooklet's side, Or by the shallow, murmuring weir, In the soft hush of eventide, Thy name alone floats on my ear. Or in the silence of the night If thy dear name my sleep invade, I wake to clasp a brief delight I wake to find the vision fade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE A DULL DAY IN SEPTEMBER by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE |
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