Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.



You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member and block ads forever...while getting many more great features. Take a look! Thank you!
Get Your Premium Membership


Choriambics -- II

by
 Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,
lost in the haunted wood,
I have tended and loved, year upon year, I in the solitude
Waiting, quiet and glad-eyed in the dark, knowing that once a gleam
Glowed and went through the wood.
Still I abode strong in a golden dream, Unrecaptured.
For I, I that had faith, knew that a face would glance One day, white in the dim woods, and a voice call, and a radiance Fill the grove, and the fire suddenly leap .
.
.
and, in the heart of it, End of labouring, you! Therefore I kept ready the altar, lit The flame, burning apart.
Face of my dreams vainly in vision white Gleaming down to me, lo! hopeless I rise now.
For about midnight Whispers grew through the wood suddenly, strange cries in the boughs above Grated, cries like a laugh.
Silent and black then through the sacred grove Great birds flew, as a dream, troubling the leaves, passing at length.
I knew Long expected and long loved, that afar, God of the dim wood, you Somewhere lay, as a child sleeping, a child suddenly reft from mirth, White and wonderful yet, white in your youth, stretched upon foreign earth, God, immortal and dead! Therefore I go; never to rest, or win Peace, and worship of you more, and the dumb wood and the shrine therein.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Choriambics -- IIEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...


Top Rupert Brooke Poems

Analysis and Comments on Choriambics -- II

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Choriambics -- II here.