Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CRICKET IN THE PATH, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR First Line: She passed through the shadowy garden, so tall and so white Last Line: "while I live, I will sing." Subject(s): Crickets | ||||||||
SHE passed through the shadowy garden, so tall and so white, Her eyes on the stars and her face like an angel's upturned, And it seemed to my thought that the dusk round her head with the light Of an aureole burned. BUT where she had trodden unseeing, I found on the path A cricket, so frail that her light foot had maimed it, yet strong To valiantly pipe, tiny hero, a faint aftermath Of its yesterday song. AND I whispered, "Alas, Little Brother, why must it befall That the passing of angels but cripples and leaves us to die? Poor imp of the greensward, God trumpets me clear in thy call; Thou art braver than I. "THE Bright Ones of Heaven have trodden me down as they passed; I crawl in their footsteps a trampled and impotent thing. I know not the reason, nor question henceforth. To the last, While I live, I will sing." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE BUILDERS by MARY OLIVER POEMS TO A BROWN CRICKET by JAMES WRIGHT THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER JACK FROST AND THE CATY-DID by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |
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