Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELEGY, by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL First Line: Wander, my troubled soul, sigh 'mid the night thy pain Last Line: And 'mid the starry spheres the almighty power adore. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
WANDER, my troubled soul, sigh 'mid the night thy pain, While from my cloud-hung brow stream showers of briny rain; My spirit flies the earth, the darkest gloom pervades, Hovers around the dead, and mingles with the shades. O! friend of my breast! thou art entombed within my heart, I still to thee alone my inmost thoughts impart; Solaced no more by thee, vain is the power of song, Sighs check each tuneful lay, and murmuring glide along. Thou wert unto my soul what the sun is to my sight, But thou art set in death, and I am lost in night; All nature seems a void of element'ry strife, Where the soul is all cloud, and fraught with pain all life. When near thy faithful breast I heeded not the storm, Nor thought of wasting time, nor death's consuming worm; Thy genius woke my thought, as oft we strayed alone, And raised me to that heaven to which thou now art flown. Silent oft I mourn, sad wandering 'mid the gloom, Or on the sea-beat shore I weep my bitter doom; To thee, among the blessed, my feeble soul would soar, And 'mid the starry spheres the Almighty Power adore. | 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 FRAGMENT. THE BLIND MAN by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL A SONG OF ARLA, DURING HER ENTHUSIASM by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL |
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