Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Birthday Poem
I forgot to share my birthday poem on my birthday so it's a few days late. I'm sticking with the same one from last year but still reserve the right to change my mind if I find a more perfect and fitting birthday poem. Here goes:
Yes, call me by my pet name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven's undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God...call God!--so let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I forgot to share my birthday poem on my birthday so it's a few days late. I'm sticking with the same one from last year but still reserve the right to change my mind if I find a more perfect and fitting birthday poem. Here goes:
Yes, call me by my pet name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven's undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God...call God!--so let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
