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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MORFYDD DEAD, by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Morfydd at midnight | |||
I Would, to the glory of thine eyes might change, In passionate strange surprise, Lightning, that in darkness flies Oh, fairer yet! would, an unbending sheaf Of steel my grief might end, And to thine my freed soul send! Would, I might meet swift death from flight of spears! I waste in tears the night, Morfydd, O my lost delight! I would, that on the fiercest field of blood, Morfydd! I stood, no shield Sheltering my breast unsteeled! I would, that swords of death rang round my way, This weary day, and found Home within the heart, thine crowned! I would, that my freed soul within the wind Might fly, and find, and win Thine, and joy of death begin! I would, that with eternal wings we went, All sorrow spent, all things Ended, save the song love sings! Sweet spears and swords, who send his due to death! My sad heart saith not you Nay: ah, swift then, pierce it through! II Morfydd at midnight Met the Nameless Ones: Now she wanders on the winds, White and lone. I would give the light Of eternal suns, To be with her on the winds, No more lone! Oh, wild sea of air! Oh, night's vast sweet noon! We would wander through the night, Star and star. Nay! but she, most fair! Sun to me and moon: I the vassal of her flight, Far and far. Morfydd at midnight Met the Nameless Ones: Now she wanders on the winds, White and lone. Take from me the light, God! of all Thy suns: Give me her, who on the winds Wanders lone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON A FRIEND by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON CELTIC SPEECH by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ENTHUSIASTS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON FRIENDS: 4 by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON HILL AND VALE by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON LOVE'S WAYS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON MYSTIC AND CAVALIER by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON |
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