Wilt thou come, love with the old grey-green eyes? Wilt thou pass with me to the land of death, And fill the vales with thy dear rose-soft breath, And fill the eternal heavens with sweet surprise As all thy beauty doth upon them rise?— Not since the death of Beatrice, so fair A woman, poet-crowned, upon that air Dawned,—adding splendour to the deathless skies. Wilt thou come with me, bursting every chain, And join within the land where death no more Sets evil footstep on the sunny shore The spirit whom through endless speechless pain Dante made his? Wilt thou be mine again, And let thy lips smile tenderly, as of yore? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ALICE by EDWARD CARPENTER OCTOBER (1) by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE LADY'S DIARY by CHARLES DIBDIN THESE THREE: INTERPRETATION, RESERVATION, REJECTION by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS |