To the Beloved Memory of Robert Browning SERENE, translucent as yon Maytime star In sanctuary of its bliss superb, Accept, O Bard! a sprig of Israel's herb, In bitterness no less familiar To you, than is the knell of surging bar, When night-winds raving, dreamer's peace perturb, With blood and fire, and hell-groans from the curb, Shrined in the tales you wrote in days afar, Brave sharer in our nether fates, you bore Israel's death-crown, voiced his feeble rights, Stood weeping by his side, and mourning wore, In those black days, whose memory still frights, Still casts its spectral hue athwart the brain, And feeds the heart with hopeless endless pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BASE DETAILS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER by WALT WHITMAN THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN ON THE THRESHOLD by ASTLEY H. BALDWIN THE ARCHERY MEETING by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY PSALM 21. DOMINE IN VIRTUTE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |