Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOLY TIDE, by FREDERICK TENNYSON Poet's Biography First Line: The days are sad, it is the holy tide Last Line: Till the lamp flickers, and the memory fails. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
THE days are sad, it is the Holy tide: The Winter morn is short, the Night is long; So let the lifeless Hours be glorified With deathless thoughts and echo'd in sweet song: And through the sunset of this purple cup They will resume the roses of their prime, And the old Dead will hear us and wake up, Pass with dim smiles and make our hearts sublime! The days are sad, it is the Holy tide: Be dusky mistletoes and hollies strown, Sharp as the spear that pierced His sacred side, Red as the drops upon His thorny crown; No haggard Passion and no lawless Mirth Fright off the solemn Muse, -- tell sweet old tales, Sing songs as we sit brooding o'er the hearth, Till the lamp flickers, and the memory fails. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK TENNYSON |
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