Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG, by HERBERT TRENCH Poet's Biography First Line: Her, my own sad love divine Last Line: "make them now, o make them now!" | ||||||||
HER, my own sad love divine, Did I pierce as with a knife, Stabbed with words that seemed not mine Her more dear to me than life. And she raised, she raised her head, Slow that smile, pale to the brow: "Lovely songs when I am dead You will make for me; but how Shall I hear them then?" she said, "Make them now, O make them now!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER SONG; TO ALICE MEYNELL by HERBERT TRENCH AN ODE TO BEAUTY by HERBERT TRENCH BE NOT AFRAID by HERBERT TRENCH BITTER SERENADE by HERBERT TRENCH CHANT SUNG IN DARKNESS by HERBERT TRENCH CHORUS AT THE GREEN BEAR INN by HERBERT TRENCH DAUGHTERS OF JOY by HERBERT TRENCH DEIRDRE DANCING by HERBERT TRENCH |
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