Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 37, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And I was silent. Now you do not know Last Line: Eternal echoes haunt us of this pain. Subject(s): Silence | ||||||||
And I was silent. Now you do not know, But read these very words with vacant eyes, And, as you turn the page, peruse the skies, And I go by you as a cloud might go. You are not cruel, though you dealt the blow, And I am happy, though I miss the prize; For, when God tells you, you will not despise The love I bore you. It is better so. My soul is just, and thine without a stain. Why should not life divide us, whose division Is frail and passing, as its union vain? All things 'neath other planets will grow plain When, as we wander through the fields Elysian, Eternal echoes haunt us of this pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF SILENCE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TANKA DIARY (9) by HARRYETTE MULLEN 7 A.M., A MAN AND A WOMAN by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR |
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