Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LILIES: 8, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: It is not anger; could'st thou seeit so Last Line: But burning vast intolerable love. Subject(s): Anger | ||||||||
It is not anger; could'st thou see it so. It is not anger,but the intense desire That burns for ever in me like white fire At last thy soula spotless soulto know. The inward awful inarticulate glow Of passion that, in measure, through my lyre Sounds,that would lift thee high and ever higher Towards summits robed in majesty of snow. This, this it is that sometimes sternly speaks When thou art weak, and lingerest by the way. God's mountains are before us, and the spray Of ocean; tarry not by river-creeks: It is not anger, could'st thou this thing prove, But burning vast intolerable love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGRY MAN by PETER JOHNSON PORTRAIT OF A FIGURE NEAR WATER by JANE KENYON THE ANGRY MAN by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A FOREIGN COUNTRY by JOSEPHINE MILES THE GLASS ESSAY by ANNE CARSON IN ORDER TO SPEAK by AIME CESAIRE A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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