Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE, by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Yes! I am worse than thou didst once believe me Last Line: Still loving thee. Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert Subject(s): France; Love; Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
YES! I am worse than thou didst once believe me. Worse than thou deem'st me now I cannot be -- But say "the Fiend's no blacker," ... canst thou leave me? Where wilt thou flee? Where wilt thou bear the relics of the days Squandered round this dethroned love of thine? Hast thou the silver and the gold to raise A new God's shrine? Thy cheek hath lost its roundness and its bloom: Who will forgive those signs where tears have fed On thy once lustrous eyes, -- save he for whom Those tears were shed? Know I not every grief whose course hath sown Lines on thy brow, and silver in thy hair? Will new love learn the language, mine alone Hath graven there? Despite the blemisht beauty of thy brow, Thou wouldst be lovely, couldst thou love again; For Love renews the Beautiful: but thou Hast only pain. How wilt thou bear from pity to implore What once those eyes from rapture could command? How wilt thou stretch -- who wast a Queen of yore -- A suppliant's hand? Even were thy heart content from love to ask No more than needs to keep it from the chill, Hast thou the strength to recommence the task Of pardoning still? Wilt thou to one, exacting all that I Have lost the right to ask for, still extend Forgiveness on forgiveness, with that sigh That dreads the end? Ah, if thy heart can pardon yet, why yet Should not its latest pardon be for me? For who will bend, the boon he seeks to get, On lowlier knee? Where wilt thou find the unworthier heart than mine, That it may be more grateful, or more lowly? To whom else, pardoning much, become divine By pardoning wholly? Hath not thy forehead paled beneath my kiss? And through thy life have I not writ my name? Hath not my soul signed thine? ...I gave thee bliss, If I gave shame: The shame, but not the bliss, where'er thou goest, Will haunt thee yet: to me no shame thou hast: To me alone, what now thou art, thou knowest By what thou wast. What other hand will help thy heart to swell To raptures mine first taught it how to feel? Or from the unchorded harp and vacant shell New notes reveal? Ah, by my dark and sullen nature nurst, And rocked by passion on this stormy heart, Be mine the last, as thou wert mine the first! We dare not part! At best a fallen Angel to mankind, To me be still the seraph I have dared To show my hell to, and whose love resigned Its pain hath shared. If, faring on together, I have fed Thy lips on poisons, they were sweet at least, Nor couldst thou thrive where holier Love hath spread His simpler feast. Change would be death. Could severance from my side Bring thee repose, I would not bid thee stay. My love should meet, as calmly as my pride, That parting day. It may not be: for thou couldst not forget me, -- Not that my own is more than other natures, But that 't is different: and thou wouldst regret me 'Mid purer creatures. Then, if love's first ideal now grows wan, And thou wilt love again, -- again love me, For what I am: -- no hero, but a man Still loving thee. | 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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