
This collection of sonnets explores themes of mortality and the passing of time. The poems express a sense of melancholy and longing for what has been lost. They also touch on the idea that death can be a transformative experience, allowing individuals to transcend their earthly concerns and connect with something greater.
By James Whitcomb Riley · First published 1883 · Genre: Poetry, Romance, Drama · 162 words
I hold your trembling hand to-night -- and yet / I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine, / My heart is such a curious design / Of trust and jealousy! Your eyes are wet -- / So must I think they jewel some regret -- , / And lo, the loving arms that round me twine / Cling only as the tendrils of a vine / Whose fruit has long been gathered: I forget, / While crimson clusters of your kisses press / Their wine out on my lips, my royal fair / Of rapture, since blind fancy needs must guess / They once poured out their sweetness otherwhere, / With fuller flavoring of happiness / Than e'en your broken sobs may now declare.
Poetry · Sonnets · American Literature · 19th Century · Death · Mortality · Loss · Grief · Elegy · Formal Verse · Rhyme Scheme · Iambic Pentameter
Dearth (Sonnets) is listed on Textopian as a poem by James Whitcomb Riley, dated 1883 CE.
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