Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT HER CASEMENT, by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I am knee-deep in grass, in this warm june night Last Line: Killed by her slowly returning scorn. Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert Subject(s): Love - Unrequited | ||||||||
I AM knee-deep in grass, in this warm June night, In the shade here, shut off from the great moonlight. All alone, at her casement there, She sits in the light, and she combs her hair. She shakes it over the carven seat, And combs it down to her stately feet. And I watch her, hid in the blue June night, Till my soul grows faint with the costly sight. There's no flaw on that fair fine brow of hers, As fair and as proud as Lucifer's. She looks in the glass as she turns her head: She knows that the rose on her cheek is red: She knows how her dark eyes shine, -- their light Would scarcely be dimmed though I died to-night. I would that there in her chamber I stood, Full-face to her terrible beauty: I would I were laid on her queenly breast, at her lips, With her warm hair wound through my finger-tips, Draining her soul at one deep-drawn kiss. And I would be humbly content for this To die, as is due, before the morn, Killed by her slowly returning scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TUTTO E SCIOLTO by JAMES JOYCE APPULDURCOMBE PARK by AMY LOWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ESSAY ON WHAT I THINK ABOUT MOST by ANNE CARSON THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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