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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES TO SIGRUN, by BJARNI THORARENSEN Poet's Biography First Line: You vexed me with your vainness Last Line: And slumber in love on the clouds' snowy pillows. Alternate Author Name(s): Bjarn | |||
YOU vexed me with your vainness Of view just now, my Sigrun. I bade you boldly seek me If borne from life before me -- And falsely you affirmed then That feebly I would kiss you, Claimed that I would not clasp you When cold and pale and shrouded. The maiden surely mocks me: Remembrance would be fleeting If, as she feigns to fancy, I'd fail to love her phantom. Your lips as your own would linger Though lacking warmth and sweetness; Your cheeks would warm my vision Though chill and white I saw them. Clings not the snow, caressing, To kiss the face of winter, Even as scarlet sunshine The summer-rose embraces? Pale is the purest lily. Pale are you as the snowdrift. Must you be mantled poorly Though mouth and cheeks grow pallid? If blood of human blooming Blench from your lips and vanish, Breezes of deathless beauty Would breathe on them still forever. Fair as the face of angels I'd find your cheeks unblemished, As fresh and fine as I knew them Though the flame of life were ashes. Leave me not then, my loved one, Alone in the world of sorrow If you should flee before me To the fold of eternal quiet. Come when the frosts grow keener Cold in the autumn gloaming! Come when the moon of midnight Is masking its face in fog-murk! Then may that moon in mercy Remove from its pallid forehead Its veil, when I see you vivid, A vision that smiles upon me. Follow, O follow, my fair one! Float on a cloud to claim me! Touch me in tender pity With tips of your soft white fingers. So when my ardor answers And I open my arms to hold you, Cast then your cold white bosom Quickly upon my heart, dear! Press on my pulses closely, Press till your passion shall loosen My soul from the flesh and its fetters To follow you upward forever. Then gladly we'll glide through the infinite spaces, Kiss with the gleam of the night on our faces, Ride the Aurora and swim its light-billows Rosy as flames in a heaven of blisses, Dance in the star-shine that floods the abysses, And slumber in love on the clouds' snowy pillows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL THE NEW TIMON AND THE POETS by ALFRED TENNYSON |
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