Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FUGITIVE, by GLADYS CROMWELL Poet's Biography First Line: Fool, fool Last Line: The tides enfolding thee? Subject(s): Immortality; Tides | ||||||||
FOOL, Fool, They can hear thy frighted feet, And they poke fun at thee, Or pity thee, Or pity thee. They can hear thy steps retreat, Shuffling timidly. Thy gait is hobbling and uncouth, For stubborn is earth's clay; There was a day, There was a day, When from the doom of its own youth, Thy spirit stole away. Do they not know thy spirit's home? Thy spirit, glancing, glides Beneath all tides, Beneath all tides. It is a coral under foam; In the cool deep it hides. For lo, the yielding element Of immortality Is like the sea, Is like the sea. Do they not hear, in wonderment, The tides enfolding thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTHWIND ESCARPMENT by NORMAN DUBIE TIDE TURNING by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BOAST OF THE TIDES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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