RAY OF THE DAWN OF TRUTH, Aubrey de Vere, Forgive my play fantastic with thy name, Distilling its true essence by the flame Which Love 'neath Fancy's limbeck lighteth clear. I know not what thy semblance, what thy cheer; If, as thy spirit, hale thy bodily frame, Or furthering by failure each high aim; If green thy leaf, or, like mine, growing sear; But this I think, that thou wilt, by and by— Two journeys stoutly, therefore safely trod— We laying down the staff, and He the rod— So look on me I shall not need to cry— "We must be brothers, Aubrey, thou and I: We mean the same thing—will the will of God!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A REMEMBERED FACE by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW IN THE KING'S ENGLISH by BERTON BRALEY THE POET'S TERROR AT THE BALIFFS OF EXETER, FR. FREEDOM: A POEM by ANDREW BRICE MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: THURSDAY by JOHN BYROM |