Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COLD AND QUIET, by JEAN INGELOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Cold, my dear, -- cold and quiet Last Line: Love, now the children slumber, I come out to thee. Subject(s): Cold; Death; Flowers; Gardens & Gardening; Lilies; Love; Silence; Dead, The | ||||||||
COLD, my dear, -- cold and quiet. In their cups on yonder lea, Cowslips fold the brown bee's diet; So the moss enfoldeth thee. 'Plant me, plant me, O love, a lily flower -- Plant at my head, I pray you, a green tree; And when our children sleep,' she sighed, 'at the dusk hour, And when the lily blossoms, O come out to me!' Lost, my dear? Lost! nay, deepest Love is that which loseth least; Through the night-time while thou sleepest, Still I watch the shrouded east. Near thee, near thee, my wife that aye liveth, 'Lost' is no word for such a love as mine; Love from her past to me a present giveth, And love itself doth comfort, making pain divine Rest, my dear, rest. Fair showeth That which was, and not in vain: Sacred have I kept, God knoweth, Love's last words atween us twain. 'Hold by our past, my only love, my love; Fall not, but rise, O love, by loss of me!' Boughs from our garden, white with bloom hang over. Love, now the children slumber, I come out to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW |
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