Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELECTRA, by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS First Line: My love too stately is to be but fair Last Line: And weaves delight through all the grieving years. | ||||||||
MY Love too stately is to be but fair, Too fair she is for naught but stateliness; She bids me Nay, and yet a silent Yes Dwells in the dusk her shadowy eyelids wear. My Love's step makes a music in the air, Touching the sense with a divine caress, And all the rapture of the dawn doth bless The light that leaps to life across her hair. Her mouth is just the love-couch for a song, And mid the fragrance of its riven flowers Low laughter breaks and trembles close to tears Mingled of mirth and melody, as a throng Of bird notes wakes to joy the drowsy hours And weaves delight through all the grieving years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS TO WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 4. THE TIMOROUS ADVENTURER by PHILIP AYRES |
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