ResurgamA Poem by Charlotte Wensleydale
O soul that once I treasured, through my own
The echoes that you left resound, and still The vestiges of hidden cruelty Ring through the night with deafening siren-call. And at my feet still lies the shivering grave My aching soul once craved, and bearing still The name that once was mine, the swirling sound Of memory pervades my empty soul. For as I cried, you stood upon the bank, And laughed with those who laughed at all my tears, And as I gazed into the eternal void, You pushed, and ran, and left me there to die. A hand unseen took hold of mine, and pulled me Back to life I thought I could not bear, And showed me that the one I most had treasured Was but a darkened pebble on the ground. Look back, o cruel soul, and see me rise, Another victim you cannot destroy, And shield your eyes, o cruel one, from light That blazes more than you can ever bear. 27.11.18 © 2018 Charlotte Wensleydale |
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Added on December 7, 2018 Last Updated on December 7, 2018 AuthorCharlotte WensleydaleAboutCharlotte Wensleydale was born in 1779. Details of her early life are unknown. Her first collection of poetry, "Ruminations upon Several Occasions" was published in London in 1793 at the age of 14.. more..Writing
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