Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE SAME PLACE, WHEN NATURE WORE, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
IN the same place, When nature wore The same celestial glow; I'm sure I've seen these forms before But many springs ago; And But only he had locks of light And she had raven hair; While now, his curls are dark as night And hers as morning fair. Besides, I've dreamt of tears whose traces Will never more depart; Of agony that fast effaces The verdure of the heart. I dreamt one sunny day like this, In this peerless month of May I saw her give th' unanswered kiss As his spirit passed away. Those young eyes that so sweetly shine Then looked their last adieu And pale death changed that cheek divine To his unchanging hue. And earth was cast above the breast, That once beat warm and true Where her heart found a living rest That moved responsively. Then she, upon the covered grave The grass-grown grave did lie, A tomb not girt by English wave Nor arched by English sky. The sod was sparkling bright with dew, But brighter still with tears; That welled from mortal grief, I knew Which never heals with years. And if he came not for her woe, He would not now return; He would not leave his sleep below, When she had ceased to mourn. O Innocence, that cannot live With heart-wrung anguish long, Dear childhood's innocence forgive, For I have done thee wrong! The bright rosebuds, those hawthorns shrouds Within their purfumed bower, Have never closed beneath a cloud, Nor bent beneath a shower. Had darkness once obscured their sun Or kind dew turned to rain No storm cleared sky that ever shone Could win such bliss again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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