A Parting Ii Poem by Edith Nesbit
A Parting Ii
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creep
To chill the still bed where you lie asleep;
No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity
Of the great silence where God lets you lie.
I will not tease your grave with flower or stone;
You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone.
And even the kisses that my lips must lay
Upon the mould of the triumphant clay
Shall be so soft--like those a mother lays
Upon her sleeping baby's little face--
You will not feel my kisses, will not hear;
You are tired: sleep on, I will not wake you, dear!
But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry,
'Ah, make a little place where I can lie!'
And half awakened, you will feel me creep
Into the folds of your familiar sleep,
And draw them round us, with a tender moan,
'How could you let me sleep so long alone?'
The poem has good thoughts that are a little overstated for the modern ear
'No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity Of the great silence where God lets you lie'.......Poignant! A sad goodbye, a quiet mourning!
A Classic poem most tragic. I cannot say differently after having read for the second time. My first sight was a darkest view and that has not lightened after dew, so very pity for this poetess, she is mourning still in her real life at the time she was alive, she was left by her loved one, her bedmate. Congratulations as Classic Poem Of The Day!
Congratulations too to her family in England and throughout the world. A very emotive poetess for sure, thinking of the decennia she lived in. A 10 and much much more for the voting.
mastermind writing- I will not tease your grave with flower or stone; You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone. ... But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry, 'Ah, make a little place where I can lie! ' /// Excellent writing on the parting of soul
A 2.9 rating? ? ? Maybe somebody burgled the voting box and stole righteous ballots...
Tore my heart apart. This is poetry- -the apex of literature. Would that I could write this well- -or even half this well. On my fav lists for both poem and poet
Death of a loved one is a most difficult thing to deal with. Poetess here dealt with it so beautifully in this poem.
'How could you let me sleep so long alone? ' a beautiful poem.. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is lovely and tender. And as credit to the craft of it, nothing interferes with us taking in, feeling, these things. -GK