Here you will find the Long Poem Thorgerda of poet John Howard Payne
LO, what a golden day it is! The glad sun rives the sapphire deeps Down to the dim pearl-floor?d abyss Where, cold in death, my lover sleeps; Crowns with soft fire his sea-drench?d hair, Kisses with gold his lips death-pale, Lets down from heaven a golden stair, Whose steps methinks his soul doth scale. This is my treasure. White and sweet, He lies beneath my ardent eyne, With heart that nevermore shall beat, Nor lips press softly against mine. How like a dream it seems to me, The time when hand in hand we went By hill and valley, I and he, Lost in a trance of ravishment! I and my lover here that lies And sleeps the everlasting sleep, We walk?d whilere in Paradise; (Can it be true?) Our souls drank deep Together of Love?s wonder-wine: We saw the golden days go by, Unheeding, for we were divine; Love had advanced us to the sky. And of that time no traces bin, Save the still shape that once did hold My lover?s soul, that shone therein, As wine laughs in a vase of gold. Cold, cold he lies, and answers not Unto my speech; his mouth is cold Whose kiss to mine was sweet and hot As sunshine to a marigold. And yet his pallid lips I press; I fold his neck in my embrace; I rain down kisses none the less Upon his unresponsive face: I call on him with all the fair Flower-names that blossom out of love; I knit sea-jewels in his hair; I weave fair coronals above The cold, sweet silver of his brow: For this is all of him I have; Nor any Future more than now Shall give me back what Love once gave. For from Death?s gate our lives divide; His was the Galilean?s faith: With those that serve the Crucified, He shar?d the chance of Life and Death. And so my eyes shall never light Upon his star-soft eyes again; Nor ever in the day or night, By hill or valley, wood or plain, Our hands shall meet afresh. His voice Shall never with its silver tone The sadness of my soul rejoice, Nor his breast throb against my own. His sight shall never unto me Return whilst heaven and earth remain: Though Time blend with Eternity, Our lives shall never meet again,? Never by gray or purple sea, Never again in heavens of blue, Never in this old earth?ah me! Never, ah never! in the new. For me, he treads the windless ways Among the thick star-diamonds, Where in the middle æther blaze The Golden City?s pearl gate-fronds; Sitteth, palm-crown?d and silver-shod, Where in strange dwellings of the skies The Christians to their Woman-God Cease nevermore from psalmodies. And I, I wait, with haggard eyes And face grown awful for desire, The coming of that fierce day?s rise When from the cities of the fire The Wolf shall come with blazing crest, And many a giant arm?d for war; When from the sanguine-streaming West, Hell-flaming, speedeth Naglfar.