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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GRAPE-VINE SWING, by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lithe and long as the serpent train Last Line: Does the maiden still swing in thy giant clasp? Subject(s): Grapes; Trees | |||
LITHE and long as the serpent train, Springing and clinging from tree to tree, Now darting upward, now down again, With a twist and a twirl that are strange to see; Never took serpent a deadlier hold, Never the cougar a wilder spring, Strangling the oak with the boa's fold, Spanning the beach with the condor's wing. Yet no foe that we fear to seek, -- The boy leaps wild to thy rude embrace; Thy bulging arms bear as soft a cheek As ever on lover's breast found place; On thy waving train is a playful hold Thou shalt never to lighter grasp persuade, While a maiden sits in thy drooping fold, And swings and sings in the noonday shade! O giant strange of our Southern woods! I dream of thee still in the well-known spot, Though our vessel strains o'er the ocean floods, And the northern forest beholds thee not; I think of thee still with a sweet regret, As the cordage yields to my playful grasp, -- Dost thou spring and cling in our woodlands yet? Does the maiden still swing in thy giant clasp? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS |
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