Treasure Island

Francis Thompson

(16 December 1859 – 13 November 1907 / Preston, England)

After-Strain


Now with wan ray that other sun of Song
Sets in the bleakening waters of my soul:
One step, and lo! the Cross stands gaunt and long
'Twixt me and yet bright skies, a presaged dole.

Even so, O Cross! thine is the victory.
Thy roots are fast within our fairest fields;
Brightness may emanate in Heaven from thee,
Here thy dread symbol only shadow yields.

Of reap-ed joys thou art the heavy sheaf
Which must be lifted, though the reaper groan;
Yea, we may cry till Heaven's great ear be deaf,
But we must bear thee, and must bear alone.

Vain were a Simon; of the Antipodes
Our night not borrows the superfluous day.
Yet woe to him that from his burden flees!
Crushed in the fall of what he cast away.

Therefore, O tender Lady, Queen Mary,
Thou gentleness that dost enmoss and drape
The Cross's rigorous austerity,
Wipe thou the blood from wounds that needs must gape.

'Lo, though suns rise and set, but crosses stay,
I leave thee ever,' saith she, 'light of cheer.'
'Tis so: yon sky still thinks upon the Day,
And showers aerial blossoms on his bier.

Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edg-ed sharp;
And once more welling through the air, ah me!
How the sweet viol plains him to the harp,
Whose pang-ed sobbings throng tumultuously.

Oh, this Medusa-pleasure with her stings!
This essence of all suffering, which is joy!
I am not thankless for the spell it brings,
Though tears must be told down for the charmed toy.

No; while soul, sky, and music bleed together,
Let me give thanks even for those griefs in me,
The restless windward stirrings of whose feather
Prove them the brood of immortality.

My soul is quitted of death-neighbouring swoon,
Who shall not slake her immitigable scars
Until she hear 'My sister!' from the moon,
And take the kindred kisses of the stars.

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (After-Strain by Francis Thompson )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. उगुल नांबाय बर' हारिया, Ronjoy Brahma
  2. THE MEMORIAL, Justice Uchenna Mmahi
  3. ! Insane Asylum (PH Forum Commentary), Alice Vedral Rivera
  4. फैमालनि बिदिन्थि, Ronjoy Brahma
  5. When Whispers Death, Its Cruel Call!, Dr John Celes
  6. mother, Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadh ..
  7. Say You It, Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Burning, Spiritwind Wood
  9. Somebody Often Keeps Asking, Bijay Kant Dubey
  10. The devotee shows his angry to the God!, Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

Poem of the Day

poet Walt Whitman

ARM’D year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas
piano;
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  4. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  5. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  9. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  10. Warning, Jenny Joseph

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]