Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAITING THE CHANGE, by PHOEBE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I have no moan to make Last Line: Must wait my appointed time. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
I HAVE no moan to make, No bitter tears to shed; No heart, that for rebellious grief, Will not be comforted. There is no friend of mine Laid in the earth to sleep; No grave, or green or heaped afresh, By which I stand and weep. Though some, whose presence once Sweet comfort round me shed, Here in the body walk no more The way that I must tread, Not they, but what they wore Went to the house of fear; They were the incorruptible, They left corruption here. The veil of flesh that hid Is softly drawn aside; More clearly I behold them now Than those who never died. Who died! what means that word Of men so much abhorred? Caught up in clouds of heaven to be Forever with the Lord! To give this body, racked With mortal ills and cares, For one as glorious and as fair, As our Redeemer wears; To leave our shame and sin, Our hunger and disgrace; To come unto ourselves, to turn And find our Father's face; To run, to leap, to walk, To quit our beds of pain, And live where the inhabitants Are never sick again; To sit no longer dumb, Nor halt, nor blind; to rise -- To praise the Healer with our tongue, And see him with our eyes; To leave cold winter snows, And burning summer heats, And walk in soft, white, tender light, About the golden streets. Thank God! for all my loved, That out of pain and care, Have safely reached the heavenly heights, And stay to meet me there! Not these I mourn; I know Their joy by faith sublime -- But for myself, that still below Must wait my appointed time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY |
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