Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NAENIAE, by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Soft, soft be thy sleep in the land of the west Last Line: But more loved, ...O, how few, love! Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert Subject(s): Switzerland; Travel; Swiss; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
SOFT, soft be thy sleep in the land of the West, Fated maiden! Fair lie the flowers, love, and light, on thy breast Passion-laden, In the place where thou art, by the storm-beaten strand Of the moaning Atlantic, While, alone with my sorrow, I roam through thy land, The beloved, the romantic! And thy faults, child, sleep where in those dark eyes Death closes All their doings and undoings; For who counts the thorns on last year's perisht roses? Smile, dead rose, in thy ruins! With thy beauty, its frailty is over. No token Of all which thou wast! Not so much as the stem whence the blossom was broken Hath been spared by the frost. With thy lips, and thine eyes, and thy long golden tresses, Cold ... and so young too! All lost, like the sweetness which died with our kisses, On the lips we once clung to. Be it so! O too loved, and too lovely, to linger Where Age in its bareness Creeps slowly, and Time with his terrible finger Effaces all fairness. Thy being was but beauty, thy life only rapture, And, ere both were over, Or yet one delight had escaped from thy capture, Death came, -- thy last lover, And found thee, ... no care on thy brow, in thy tresses No silver -- all gold there! On thy lips, when he kissed them, their last human kisses Had scarcely grown cold there. Thine was only earth's joy, not its sorrow, its sinning, Its friends that are foes too. O, fair was thy life in its lovely beginning, And fair in its close too! But I? ... since we parted, both mournful and many Life's changes have been to me: And of all the love-garlands Youth wove me, not any Remain that are green to me. O, where are the nights, with thy touch and thy breath in them, Faint with heart-beating? The fragrance, the darkness, the life and the death in them, -- Parting and meeting? All the world ours in that hour! ... O, the silence, The moonlight, and, far in it, O, the one nightingale singing a mile hence! The oped window -- one star in it! Sole witness of stolen sweet moments, unguest of By the world in its primness; -- Just one smile to adore by the starlight: the rest of Thy soul in the dimness! If I glide through the door of thy chamber, and sit there, The old, faint, uncertain Fragrance, that followed thee, surely will flit there, -- O'er the chairs, -- in the curtain: -- But thou? ... O thou missed, and thou mourned one! O never, Nevermore, shall we rove Through chamber, or garden, or by the dark river Soft lamps burn above! O dead, child, dead, dead -- all the shrunken romance Of the dream life begun with! But thou, love, canst alter no more -- smile or glance; Thy last change is done with. As a moon that is sunken, a sunset that 's o'er, So thy face keeps the semblance Of the last look of love, the last grace that it wore, In my mourning remembrance. As a strain from the last of thy songs, when we parted, Whose echoes thrill yet, Through the long dreamless nights of sad years, lonely-hearted, With their haunting regret, -- Though nerveless the hand now, and shattered the lute too, Once vocal for me, There floats through life's ruins, when all's dark and mute too, The music of thee! Beauty, how brief! Life, how long! ...well, love's done now! Down the path fate arranged for me I tread faster, because I must tread it alone now. -- This is all that is changed for me. My heart must have broken, ere I broke the fetter Thyself didst undo, love. -- Ah, there 's many a purer, and many a better, But more loved, ...O, how few, love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING 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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