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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HER WHO PASSES, by MAURICE BROWNE First Line: Her footsteps fall in silent sands Last Line: Upon the quiet of this place. | |||
Her footsteps fall in silent sands; Her hands are cool like growing leaves; The fingers of her hovering hands Touch lightly, pass; and time bereaves The benison of her caress Of peace, or pain, or bitterness. The kisses of her mouth like dew Rain gently down; if she has sinned, That she had sinned she never knew; Lightly she walks upon the wind, And like the wind she leaves no trace Upon the quiet of this place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE JENNIE HARRIS OLIVER by THERESA DRULEY BLACK A CHRYSALIS by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY THE LAST OF MAY IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONG OF THE THREE SEEDS IN THE MACAW'S BEAK by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH |
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