Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PROSPECT, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Methinks we do as fretful children do Last Line: The sunset consummation-lights of death. Subject(s): Death; Immortality; Dead, The | ||||||||
Methinks we do as fretful children do, Leaning their faces on the window-pane To sigh the glass dim with their own breath's stain, And shut the sky and landscape from their view; And, thus, alas! since God the maker drew A mystic separation 'twixt those twain, -- The life beyond us and our souls in pain, -- We miss the prospect which we are called unto By grief we are fools to use. Be still and strong, O man, my brother! hold thy sobbing breath, And keep thy soul's large windows pure from wrong; That so, as life's appointment issueth, Thy vision may be clear to watch along The sunset consummation-lights of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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