Christopher John Brennan

(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)

An Hour's Respite - Poem by Christopher John Brennan

An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream:
the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve,
distantly musical, vaporously agleam,
about my old pain leave
nought but a soft enchantment, vesper fable.
Sweet hour of dream! from the tense height of life
given back to this dear grass and perfumed shade,
across the golden darkness
I feel the simple flowerets where we stray'd
in the clear eves unmix'd with starry strife.
Ah! wilt thou not even now arise,
low-laughing child haunting my old spring ways
and blossom freshly on my freshen'd gaze,
sororal in this hour of tenderness,
an hour of happy hands and clinging eyes —
on silent heartstrings
sweet memory fades in sweet forgetfulness.


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  • Rookie - 20 Points Aloke Mukherjee (5/20/2012 4:57:00 AM)

    So sweet, the words fails to describe it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 1, 2010



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