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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RICHES, by ANNE MILLAY BREMER
First Line: Where pollen drifts are softly blown
Last Line: All I see, high and wide—is mine.
Subject(s): Wealth; Riches; Fortunes
First Line: Where pollen drifts are softly blown
Last Line: All I see, high and wide—is mine.
Subject(s): Wealth; Riches; Fortunes
WHERE pollen drifts are softly blown
From yellow fringed acacia down,
Prone I lie, on pulsing ground.
The eternal cadence of beating seas,
Is echoed near in bee-rhymed trees
Whose waving boughs sweep the curving blue.
Nodding faces of buttercups shine,
And I lie warm in budding grain.
Carpets of copper and golden light,
Myriad candles of balsam pine,
Broad ocean and roving clouds:
All I see, high and wide—is mine.
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