Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CORALIE, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Pale water flowers Last Line: And my little girl and I cry softly together. Subject(s): Girls; Death; Flowers; Grief | ||||||||
Pale water flowers That quiver in the quick turn of the brook, And thou, dim nook,-- Dimmer in twilight,--call again to me Visions of life and glory that were ours When first she led me here, young Coralie. No longer blest: Yet standing here in silence, may not we Fancy or feign That little flowers do fall about thy rest In silver mist and tender-dropping rain, And that thy world is peace, loved Coralie? Our friendships flee-- And, darkening all things with her mighty shade, Comes Misery: No longer look the faces that we see With the old eyes, and Woe itself shall fade, Nor even this be left us, Coralie! Feelings and fears, That once were ours, have perished in the mould, And grief is cold: Hearts may be dead to grief, and if our tears Are failing or forgetful, there will be Mourners about thy bed, lost Coralie. The brook-flowers shine, And a faint song the falling water has, But not for thee; The dull night weepeth, and the sorrowing pine Drops his dead hair upon thy young grave grass, My Coralie! my Coralie! I took from its glass a flower To lay on her grave with dull accusing tears; But the heart of the flower fell out as I handled the rose, And my heart is shattered, and soon will wither away. I watch the changing shadows, And the patch of windy sunshine upon the hill, And the long blue woods; and a grief no tongue can tell Breaks at my eyes in drops of bitter rain. I hear her baby wagon, And the little wheels go over my heart: O when will the light of the darkened house return? O when will she come who made the hills so fair? I sit by the parlor window When twilight darkens, and winds get cold without; But the blessed feet no more come up the walk, And my little girl and I cry softly together. | Other Poems of Interest...THE CROWDS CHEERED AS GLOOM GALLOPED AWAY by MATTHEA HARVEY 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 I HAVE FOLDED MY SORROWS by BOB KAUFMAN |
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