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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELECTRA, by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS First Line: My love too stately is to be but fair Last Line: And weaves delight through all the grieving years. | |||
MY Love too stately is to be but fair, Too fair she is for naught but stateliness; She bids me Nay, and yet a silent Yes Dwells in the dusk her shadowy eyelids wear. My Love's step makes a music in the air, Touching the sense with a divine caress, And all the rapture of the dawn doth bless The light that leaps to life across her hair. Her mouth is just the love-couch for a song, And mid the fragrance of its riven flowers Low laughter breaks and trembles close to tears Mingled of mirth and melody, as a throng Of bird notes wakes to joy the drowsy hours And weaves delight through all the grieving years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS TO WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE THE HASTY PUDDING by JOEL BARLOW EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONG OF YOUTH by LULU PIPER AIKEN YOU, WHO HAVE SONS TO SPARE! by L. ALLEN BECK PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP |
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