Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume VII. Descriptive: Narrative. 1904. | | | | Descriptive Poems: I. Personal: Great Writers | | The Burial of Robert Browning | | Michael Field (Katherine Harris Bradley) (18461914) |
| | | UPON St. Michaels Isle | |
| They laid him for awhile | |
| That he might feel the Oceans full embrace, | |
| And wedded be | |
| To that wide sea | 5 |
| The subject and the passion of his race. | |
| As Thetis, from some lovely underground | |
| Springing, she girds him round | |
| With lapping sound | |
| And silent space: | 10 |
| Then, on more honor bent, | |
| She sues the firmament, | |
| And bids the hovering, western clouds combine | |
| To spread their sabled amber on her lustrous brine. | |
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| It might not be | 15 |
| He should lie free | |
| Forever in the soft light of the sea; | |
| For lo! one came, | |
| Of step more slow than fame, | |
| Stooped over himwe heard her breathe his name | 20 |
| And as the light drew back, | |
| Bore him across the track | |
| Of the subservient waves that dare not foil | |
| That veiled, maternal figure of its spoil. | |
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| Ah! where will she put by | 25 |
| Her journeying majesty? | |
| She hath left the lands of the air and sun; | |
| She will take no rest till her course be run. | |
| Follow her far, follow her fast, | |
| Until at last, | 30 |
| Within a narrow transept led, | |
| Lo! she unwraps her face to pall her dead. | |
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| T is England who has travelled far, | |
| England who brings | |
| Fresh splendor to her galaxy of Kings. | 35 |
| We kiss her feet, her hands, | |
| Where eloquent she stands; | |
| Nor dare to lend | |
| A wailful choir about the poet dumb | |
| Who is become | 40 |
| Part of the glory that her sons would bleed | |
| To save from scar; | |
| Yea, hers in very deed | |
| As Runnymede, | |
| Or Trafalgar. | 45 | | | |
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