I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grayness. If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly, It might be well perhaps. But if instead Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow The gray dust up, ... those laurels on thine head, O my Beloved, will not shield thee so, That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred The hair beneath. Stand farther off then! go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY by ROBERT BROWNING TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 22. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |