Sidney Lanier Poems
|83.||At First. To Charlotte Cushman.||12/31/2002|
|84.||Souls And Rain-Drops||12/31/2002|
|86.||A Birthday Song. To S. G.||12/31/2002|
|87.||A Florida Sunday.||12/31/2002|
|89.||The Song Of The Chattahoochee||12/31/2002|
|91.||A Song Of The Future.||12/31/2002|
|92.||An Evening Song.||12/31/2002|
|93.||A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master||12/31/2002|
|94.||A Sunrise Song.||12/31/2002|
|96.||A Song Of Eternity In Time||12/31/2002|
Comments about Sidney Lanier
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
-- And I wed Goodman Death!
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen, O God: -- "I will," he said: --
And I would that I were dead.
Come groomsman Grief and bridesmaid Pain
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Ring, ring, O bells, full merrily:
Life-bells to her, death-bells to me:
O Death, I am true wife to thee!
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with unbroken flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul's far Lake of Dreams.
Not larger than two eyes, they lie
Beneath the many-changing sky
And mirror all of life and time,
-- Serene and dainty pantomime.