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2. | 2 THE WIDOW |
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
564
2
THE WIDOW
Whenever I pass that house
my heart is in prayer
for reverence of the angels
who are watching there;
where a widow reareth
the child that she bore
after her young lover
was kill'd in the war.
my heart is in prayer
for reverence of the angels
who are watching there;
where a widow reareth
the child that she bore
after her young lover
was kill'd in the war.
A bird torn by the hawk
hath pangs bodily
and a birth of wonder
in its agony:
'Tis man's Gethsemane
to know his soul riven
and feel the bleeding roots
being torn out from heaven.
hath pangs bodily
and a birth of wonder
in its agony:
'Tis man's Gethsemane
to know his soul riven
and feel the bleeding roots
being torn out from heaven.
God speed thee with comfort,
thou sorrowing one,
may God give thee great joy
and pride in thy son!
Thy hope's haunted ruin
is not to rebuild:
How shall the broken cup
with wine be refill'd?
thou sorrowing one,
may God give thee great joy
and pride in thy son!
Thy hope's haunted ruin
is not to rebuild:
How shall the broken cup
with wine be refill'd?
Keep thou bravely for him
thought of thy morrow,
and thy beauty for grace
of thy life's sorrow,
like a wreathing rainbow
over thy way thrown,
sanctifying thy presence
while thou walkest alone.
thought of thy morrow,
and thy beauty for grace
of thy life's sorrow,
like a wreathing rainbow
over thy way thrown,
sanctifying thy presence
while thou walkest alone.
1921.
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||