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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLORENCE MACCARTHY'S FAREWELL TO HER ENGLISH LOVER, by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE Poet's Biography First Line: We seem to tread the self-same street Last Line: That sigh to me from lands not thine. Subject(s): Absence; Farewell; Separation; Isolation; Parting | |||
We seem to tread the self-same street, To pace the self-same courts or grass; Parting, our hands appear to meet: O vanitatum vanitas! Distant as earth from heaven or hell From thee the things to me most dear: Ghost-thronged Cocytus and thy will Between us rush. We might be near. Thy world is fair: my thoughts refuse To dance its dance or drink its wine; Nor canst thou hear the reeds and yews That sigh to me from lands not thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN STUDY #2 FOR B.B.L. by JUNE JORDAN WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |
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