Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TALE OF MAD BRIGID, by JAMES STEPHENS Poet's Biography First Line: And then / there rung a bell Last Line: Of some late-flying wren. Subject(s): Brigid Of Ireland, Saint (453-523); God; Bridget, Saint; Brigit Of Kildare, Saint | ||||||||
And then There rung a bell Out of the evening air: One big star fell In a long golden flare Through a great stillness, And He was standing there. There came a chillness Creeping through me slow, Nor could I know That it was truly He Who stood beside, When, lo! He smiled, And I was made to know; Nor hesitate Because of His grave kingliness and state, And steady eyes, and brows immaculate. But then the weight Of His too sudden glory bowed me down Slow to the ground: I feared that He might frown Without a sound! Or speak in fire! Then He said "Sweet," And I was dumb; I dared not come Because of my desire: And He went slow away -- And, from the grey Cold evening, Came the "tweet," -- Sad to my heart, But infinitely sweet -- Of some late-flying wren. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 12. SAINT BRIDE'S EVE by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. A MILKING SONG by WILLIAM SHARP DEIRDRE IS DEAD by WILLIAM SHARP A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS |
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