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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLYTIE, by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER First Line: My manes to clytie are crying, 'farewell, fair one! Last Line: "o! Weep, and with fond arms open, thy kisses give!" Subject(s): Love - Loss Of | |||
MY Manés to Clytie are crying, "Farewell, fair one! Is it thou whose footsteps here thro' the grass have run? Speak, is it thou, O Clytie? or must I stay To wait thee still? An thou comest not every day To muse a little on hours when I did thy will, To hold sweet parley, behold this shadow that still Doth love thee, ah! then shall my lone heart wearily heave Within the Elysian calm and my dead bones grieve Under the burdening ground. When the dawn winds run Over thy mouth and thy bosom, belovéd one, Weep, it is I thy lover whose soul hath fled Far from his hallow'd dwelling among the dead, Who on thy mouth, O dear one, alone would live. O! weep, and with fond arms open, thy kisses give!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN THOUGH WE NO LONGER POSSESS IT by MARK JARMAN THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE COME AND GONE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE A SCOTCH SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE A YOUNG MAN by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER |
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