Here are some of my favorite lines from my favorite poets–just to share and for the heck of it. Poetry (the really good stuff) has always been my favorite genre as both a reader and writer.
The above line is from ED’s poem #1654 (Collected Poems). The rest of the stanza goes like this:
Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee -- Yeats, the incomparable, is another fav of mine. He is so eloquent and eminently quotable. Here's one for the ages: it refers to the grief that attends the death of love-- Murmur a little sadly, "how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And his his face among the stars." from WHEN YOU ARE OLD, The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats. He's amazing--and a heart breaker. This is heavy stuff, so here's just one more, for now, this one from Gerard Manley Hopkins, a magnificently gifted poet who happened to be a monk as well in 19th c. England. This is from CARRION COMFORT, Poems and Prose of Gerard Manley Hopkins. He is lavishly gifted.