Poetry: Prospice by Robert Browning
PROSPICE
by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)
- EAR death? -- to feel the fog in my throat,
- The mist in my face,
- When the snows begin, and the blasts denote be a sign of
- I am nearing the place,
- The power of the night, the press of the storm,
- The post of the foe;
- Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, synonym = death
- Yet the strong man must go:
- For the journey is done and the summit attained,
- And the barriers fall,
- Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, reward
- The reward of it all.
- I was ever a fighter, so -- one fight more,
- The best and the last!
- I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
- And bade me creep past.
- No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
- The heroes of old,
- Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears a debt overdue
- Of pain, darkness and cold.
- For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
- The black minute's at end,
- And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
- Shall dwindle, shall blend,
- Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,
- Then a light, then thy breast,
- O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
- And with God be the rest!
- [written after the death of his wife, Elizabeth]