THEN saw I, with gray eyes fulfilled of rest, And lulling voice, a woman sweet, and she,-- "Bear thou my word: I am of all most blest; Nor marvel that I am Eurydice. I stood and watched those slow feet go from me Farther and farther; in the light afar, All clear the figure grew -- then suddenly Into my dark his face flashed like a star!-- And that was all. The purple vaporous door Left me triumphant over time and space; Sliding across between forevermore, It could not hide the glory of that face. For me no room to doubt, no need to learn-- He knew the whole - and could not choose but turn!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I BEAUTY MAKES US HAPPY by PHILIP AYRES NOT TO BE MINISTERED TO by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT PUCK'S SWEETHEART by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |