Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GERALDINE, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Twas night; her comrades gathered all Last Line: As one who mourns the dead! Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
'Twas night, her comrades gathered all Within their city's rocky wall; When flowers were closed and day was o'er Their joyous hearts awoke the more But lonely in her distant cave She heard the river's restless wave Chafing its banks with dreamy flow Music for mirth, and wail for woe -- Palm trees and cedars towering high Deepened the gloom of evening's sky And thick did raven ringlets veil Her forehead, drooped like lily pale Yet I could hear my lady sing; I knew she did not mourn, For never yet from sorrow's spring Such witching notes were born Thus poured she in that cavern wild The voice of feelings warm As, bending o'er her beauteous child She clasped its sleeping form -- 'Why sank so soon the summer sun From our Zedora's skies? I was not tired, my darling one, Of gazing in thine eyes -- 'Methought the heaven whence thou hast come Was lingering there awhile And Earth seemed such an alien home They did not dare to smile. 'Methought each moment something strange Within their circles shone And yet, through every magic change They were Brenzaida's own. 'Methought -- what thought I not, sweet love? My whole heart centred there; I breathed not but to send above One gush of ardent prayer. 'Bless it, my gracious God, I cried, Preserve thy mortal shrine For thine own sake, be thou its guide And keep it still divine! 'Say, sin shall never blanch that cheek Nor suffering charge that brow Speak, in thy mercy maker, speak And seal it safe from woe! 'Why did I doubt? In God's control Our mutual fates remain And pure as now, my angel's soul Must go to heaven again!' The revellers in the city slept My lady, in her woodland bed; I, watching o'er her slumber wept As one who mourns the dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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