WEEPER! to thee how bright a morn was given After thy long, long vigil of despair, When that high voice which burial-rocks had riven Thrilled with immortal tones the silent air! Never did clarion's royal blast declare Such tale of victory to a breathless crowd, As the deep sweetness of @3one@1 word could bear Into thy heart of hearts, O woman! bowed By strong affection's anguish! one low word -- "@3Mary!@1" and all the triumph wrung from death Was thus revealed; and thou, that so hadst erred, So wept, and been forgiven, in trembling faith Didst cast thee down before the all-conquering Son, Awed by the mighty gift thy tears and love had won! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU THE WILLING MISTRESS by APHRA BEHN THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE OLD MAN AND JIM by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN |