Another Version Of ‘A Bridal Song’.

Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky East,A white and shapeless mass–Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic…

The grave, the city, and the wilderness;And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dressThe bones of Desolation’s nakednessPass, till the spirit of the spot shall leadThy footsteps to a slope of green accessWhere, like an infant’s smile, over the deadA light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread;50And…

And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and heardThe Mountain’s slumberous voice at intervalsThrill through those roofless halls;The oracular thunder penetrating shookThe listening soul in my suspended blood;I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spoke–I felt, but heard not:—through white columns glowedThe isle-sustaining ocean-flood,A plane of light…

Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame;Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts,History is but the shadow of their shame,Art veils her glass, or from the pageant startsAs to oblivion their blind millions fleet,Staining that Heaven with obscene imageryOf their own likeness. What are numbers knitBy force or custom? Man who man would be,Must…

The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leavesHis winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;So I, a thing whom moralists call worm,Sit spinning still round this decaying form,From the fine threads of rare and subtle thought-No net of words in garish colours wroughtTo catch the idle buzzers of the day-But a soft cell, where when that…

Yes, I was firm — thus wert not thou;–My baffled looks did fear yet dreadTo meet thy looks — I could not knowHow anxiously they sought to shineWith soothing pity upon mine.II.To sit and curb the soul’s mute rageWhich preys upon itself alone;To curse the life which is the cageOf fettered grief that dares not…