[New-Poetry] Request for a criticism of '' the Credo'' by Mary Ashley Tow...

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Thu Jan 4 12:51:26 EST 2007


 
In a message dated 1/4/2007 10:58:24 A.M. Eastern Standard Time,  
JforJames at aol.com writes:

Anyone have this poem 'Credo' or 'Creed' to post?
Finnegan



CREED
Mary Ashley Townsend 

I believe if I should  die,
And you should kiss my eyelids when I lie
Cold, dead, and dumb to all  the world contains,
The folded orbs would open at thy breath,
And, from  its exile in the isles of death,
Life would come gladly back along my  veins.

I believe if I were dead,
And you upon my lifeless heart  should tread,
Not knowing what the poor clod chanced to be,
It would find  sudden pulse beneath the touch
Of him it ever loved in life so much,
And  throb again--warm, tender, true to thee.

I believe if on my  grave,
Hidden in woody depths or by the wave,
Your eyes should drop some  warm tears of regret,
>From every salty seed of your dear grief
Some fair,  sweet blossom would leap into leaf
To prove death could not make my love  forget.

I believe if I should fade,
Into those mystic realms where  light is made,
And you should long once more my face to see,
I would come  forth upon the hill of night
And gather stars, like fagots, till thy  sight,
Led by their beacon blaze, fell full on me.

I believe my faith  in thee,
Strong as my life, so nobly placed to be,
I would as soon expect  to see the sun
Fall like a dead king from his height sublime,
His glory  stricken from the throne of time,
As thee unworthy the worship thou hast  won.

I believe who hath not loved
Hath half the sweetness of his life  unproved;
Like one who, with the grape within his grasp,
Drops it with all  its crimson juices unpressed,
And all its luscious sweetness left  unguessed,
Out from his careless and unheeding clasp.

I believe love,  pure and true,
Is to the soul a sweet, immortal dew
That gems life's  petals in its hours of dusk.
The waiting angels see and recognize
The rich  crown jewel, Love, of Paradise
When life falls from us like a withered  husk
 
_Angela  Boewdeker reciting "Creed'" by Mary Ashley Townsend_ 
(http://fp.uni.edu/halgedah/seminar_participants/boedeker.htm)  
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