Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CLYTIE, by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER


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CLYTIE, by                    
First Line: My manes to clytie are crying, 'farewell, fair one!
Last Line: "o! Weep, and with fond arms open, thy kisses give!"
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of


MY Manés to Clytie are crying, "Farewell, fair one!
Is it thou whose footsteps here thro' the grass have run?
Speak, is it thou, O Clytie? or must I stay
To wait thee still? An thou comest not every day
To muse a little on hours when I did thy will,
To hold sweet parley, behold this shadow that still
Doth love thee, ah! then shall my lone heart wearily heave
Within the Elysian calm and my dead bones grieve
Under the burdening ground. When the dawn winds run
Over thy mouth and thy bosom, belovéd one,
Weep, it is I thy lover whose soul hath fled
Far from his hallow'd dwelling among the dead,
Who on thy mouth, O dear one, alone would live.
O! weep, and with fond arms open, thy kisses give!"





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