AS in the hostel by the bridge, I sate Mailed with indifference fondly deemed complete And (O strange chance, more sorrowful than sweet) The counterfeit of her that was my fate, Dressed in like vesture, graceful and sedate, Went quietly up the vacant village street, The still small sound of her most dainty feet Shook, like a trumpet blast, my soul's estate. Instant revolt ran riot through my brain; And all night long, thereafter, hour by hour, The pageant of dead love before my eyes Went proudly; and old hopes broke loose again From the restraint of wisely temperate power, With ineffectual ardour sought to rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED HELIADES: ZEUS, BRAZEN THUNDER-HURLER by AESCHYLUS JUNGLE by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY THESEUS, SELECTION by BACCHYLIDES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 35. BALACLAVA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |