O PRAY for me! Lo, here thy lover lies! O pray for me! Remember me, O strange ecstatic eyes, And pray for me! Beneath thy nimb of sacerdotal gold, Lifted aspirant face, O pray for me! Ye long white pointed hands I yearned to hold Against my breaking heart, implore for me,— For me. Then as I lie swathed in my waiting dream (Unransomed yet!) The colour and music of the Past shall seem (O all regret!) The great rose-window in a kirk of rest, Where in a circumflagrant fantasy Of rose and gold and green, thou flowerest, To pray for all sick souls, to pray for me— For me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE SONG: THE DEATH OF THE ROSE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MOTHER -- 1927 MODEL by BERTON BRALEY |