THEN startled from her sleep, she spoke, all tears and deeply moved -- 'My sister -- my Eurydice, whom most our father loved! O listen! for I feel as though no life were in my frame -- Methought while dreaming that a man, a graceful Being came, And bore me onward through the banks where pleasant willows grew, Then left me, and I seemed alone in places strange and new: I sought for thee, my sister, I sought thee far and near, And yet no path my feet could find -- my heart was full of fear; And then I heard our father's voice -- these were his words to me -- "O daughter, there is wretchedness and toil in store for thee, Ere Fortune from the River rise, then shalt thou be released." These, sister, were my father's words, and suddenly he ceased. Nor did his stately form appear to greet my longing eyes; Though eagerly I stretched my hands to the temples of the skies; Nor did I cease to weep aloud, and earnestly implore, Until my sleep departed -- and, oh! my heart was sore!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LA MORT D'ARTHUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO MR. BARBAULD, NOVEMBER 14, 1778 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE POET, AND HIS INTERPRETERS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |