Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH'S CHILL BETWEEN, by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Chide not: let me breathe a little Last Line: For he is not come again. Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
Chide not; let me breathe a little, For I shall not mourn him long. Tho' the life-cord was so brittle The love-cord was very strong. I would wake a little space Till I find a sleeping-place. You can go, I shall not weep; You can go unto your rest; My heart-ache is all too deep, And too sore my throbbing breast. Can sobs be, or angry tears, Where are neither hopes nor fears? Tho' with you I am alone, And must be so everywhere, I will make no useless moan; None shall say: "She could not bear;" While life lasts I will be strong, But I shall not struggle long. Listen, listen! everywhere A low voice is calling me, And a step is on the stair, And one comes ye do not see. Listen, listen! evermore A dim hand knocks at the door. Hear me: he is come again; My own dearest is come back. Bring him in from the cold rain; Bring wine, and let nothing lack. Thou and I will rest together, Love, until the sunny weather. I will shelter thee from harm, Hide thee from all heaviness; Come to me, and keep thee warm By my side in quietness. I will lull thee to thy sleep With sweet songs; we will not weep. Who hath talked of weeping? yet There is something at my heart Gnawing, I would fain forget, And an aching and a smart -- Ah my Mother, 'tis in vain For he is not come again. | 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 IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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