Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HESIONE, by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS Poet's Biography First Line: In silence slept the mossy ground Last Line: Celestial hope will dawn with day. Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic Subject(s): Hesione (mythology) | ||||||||
IN silence slept the mossy ground, Forgetting bird and breeze; In towering silence slept around The Spanish chestnut-trees; Their trailing blossom, feathery-fair, Made heavy sweetness in the air. All night she pondered, long and long, Alone with lake and lawn; She heard a soft untimely song, But slept before the dawn: When eyes no more can wake and weep, A pensive wisdom comes with sleep. "O love," she said, "O man of men, O passionate and true! Not once in all the years again As once we did we do; What need the dreadful end to tell? We know it and we knew it well." "O love," she said, "O king of kings, My master and my joy, Are we too young for bitter things Who still are girl and boy? Too young we won, we cherish yet That dolorous treasure of regret." Then while so late the heavens delayed Their solemn trance to break, Her sad desiring eyes were stayed Beyond the lucid lake; She saw the grey-blue mountains stand, Great guardians of the charmèd land. Above her brows she wove and wound Her gold hellenic hair; She stood like one whom kings have crowned And God has fashioned fair; So sweet on wakened eyes will gleam The flying phantom of a dream. Or so, inarched in veiling vine, The Syran priestess sees Those amethystine straits enshrine The sleeping Cyclades; For Delos' height is purple still, The old unshaken holy hill. "O love," she said, "tho' sin be sin, And woe be bitter woe, Short-lived the hearts they house within, And they like those will go; The primal Beauty, first and fair, Is evermore and everywhere. "And when the faint and fading star In early skies is sweet, In silence thither from afar Thy heart and mine shall meet; Deep seas our winged desire shall know, And lovely summer, lovely snow. "And whensoever bards shall sing However saints shall pray Whatever sweet and happy thing The painter brings to day, Their heavenly souls in heaven shall be, And thou with these, and I with thee. "And God,"she said, and hushed a while, "And God,"but, half begun, Thro' tears serener than a smile, Her song beheld the sun: When souls no more can dream and pray, Celestial hope will dawn with day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A CHILD OF THE AGE by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A COSMIC HISTORY by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A COSMIC OUTLOOK by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A CRY FROM THE STALLS by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A LAST APPEAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A LETTER FROM NEWPORT by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A PRAYER by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS A SONG by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS |
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