Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEMENTO MORI, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, could I but once more have gazed into Last Line: Oh, could I but once more into thine eyes have gazed! Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Dead, The | ||||||||
OH, could I but once more have gazed into Thy hazel eyes, which, like the flame eternal, The worn and weary soul doth penetrate! From distant childhood's days Still echoes in mine ear Tones of thy voice so sweet, With which thou so oft didst greet Me in the twilight hour, When, with their secret fibres, My thoughts and all my dreaming To thee clung! When thou didst press my hand so warmly, With all the ardor of thy heart, How woke in mine the joyous dawning Presentiment of some great future bliss! Then Fate thee summoned forth into Life's whirlpool. With joy didst thou obey; Its fullest draught of pleasure Didst quaff, and in the golden wealth of Fortune Only too soon forgotten Was vow, which, weeping, thou in Parting mad'st. For, ah! full soon didst thou another flow'r Cherish thy heart within, Exulting sang to her the self-same Songs which my own still, peaceful chamber To holy temple erst transformed. Upon thy knees she sat, from thy white Brow the raven silky locks so gently stroking, As I so oft had done in former Years, when, of thy woes to me complaining, With kisses sweet the words I fain would speak from my lips taking. Could I have seen thee only once again, As thou, by joy encompassed, Standing on Fame's proud heights, All sudden sank the night of death into! Within Love's arms thou wilt sleep on forever. Unboding wert thou, like a victor Who, on his home's dear threshold Stricken by death, falls prone. How many tears have flowed To mourn thy death untimely, How thy deserted love her hands in grief has wrung, Are things I cannot know. I can but pray in morning, noonday, evening: Oh, could I but once more into thine eyes have gazed! | 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 |
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