Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RELIC TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE?, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: A separate furrow far from her and grace Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Solitude; Love – Loss Of | ||||||||
The relic taken, what avails the shrine? The locket, pictureless? O heart of mine, Art thou not worse than that, Still warm, a vacant nest where love once sat? Her image nestled closer at my heart Than cherished memories, healed every smart And warmed it more than wine Or the full summer sun in noon-day shine. This was the little weather gleam that lit The cloudy promontories''"the real charm was That gilded hills and woods And walked beside me thro' the solitudes. The sun is set. My heart is widowed now Of that companion-thought. Alone I plough The seas of life, and trace A separate furrow far from her and grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMELL OF GASOLINE IN MY NOSE by YEHUDA AMICHAI THE GLASS ESSAY by ANNE CARSON WRAPPING STONES by LINDA GREGG I USED TO BE IN LOVE by DAVID IGNATOW BREAK, BREAK MY HEART by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RABBITS RABBITS RABBITS 2/1/80 by HETTIE JONES THINGS WAITING TO BE DANGEROUS by REGINALD SHEPHERD A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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