I WAS upon the high and blessed mound, And kissed, long worshipping, the stones and grass, There on the hard stones prostrate, where, alas! That pure one laid her forehead in the ground. Then were the springs of gladness sealed and bound, The day that unto Death's most bitter pass My sick heart's lady turned her feet, who was Already in her gracious life renown'd. So in that place I spake to Love, and cried: 'O sweet my god, I am one whom Death may claim Hence to be his; for lo! my heart lies here.' Anon, because my Master lent no ear, Departing, still I called Selvaggia's name. So with my moan I left the mountain-side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE TO MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY KNOW THYSELF by WILLIAM ARBUTHNOT THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE CALL TO ARMS by CARL JOHN BOSTELMANN THE CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |