Posts tagged ‘consolation’

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Consolation by John Arthur Blaikie

What shall I grow,
When unto earth returned,
In peace I shall be laid
There, where so oft we walked in sun and shade?
Flame-flowers burning as my soul hath burned,
Whitening in passion just as flowers may
Under the fiery sun’s consuming ray?
No, no! ah, no!
But so my garden-plot shall be
Sweet set with wilding bloom and grass,
Pale starry flowers there shall arise,
White for my spirit’s thought, pale for mine eyes,
That wheresoe’er you thither come or pass,
Then surely shall you know, and feel, and see,
At last, though late, at last all’s well with me;
In all my bitter life so sweet a thought,
So dear as this, I have not known—
To rest where singing winds, far-blown
From sea and moor, with singing birds are caught
Amid the fostering grey of apple-trees,
Where spires immortal the green cypresses
Uprear, and praise the eternal blue,
And you shall join me in that quiet land,
And one day wake, and find your dreaming true,
And know me as I am, and understand.

From: The Yellow Book: An Illustrated Quarterly, Volume VI, July 1895, 1895, John Lane The Bodley Head: London, pp. 295-296.

Date: 1895

By: John Arthur Blaikie (1849-????)

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Consolation by Beatrice Cregan

O in a dream last night, in a dream you came,
Those arms about me, and that lovely look,
Radiant through tears! and as of old for me
Passionate love and understanding there,
With something higher, loyal and large and free.

There was sorrow in my dream, and, when you came,
The unutterable longing to be at rest,
To be at rest with you! Then the sweet pang,
When as of old remorseful love leaped up
To shield and save you, darling, from my pain.

O, inspiration of unselfish love!
Come to me still. I was only good for you.
I am nothing alone. But I can live while life
Still holds the consolation of a dream.


Date: 1916

By: Beatrice Cregan (fl. 1893-1939)