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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PENITENT, by CHRISTINE TURNER CURTIS First Line: Though she be flint and jasper in the day Last Line: When hers is morning. | |||
Though she be flint and jasper in the day Now she is melted; Here as she droops within your door In satin belted; With moonlight slippers on the floor Her small feet felted. Now crumbling all that proud young icy heart, Tortured and turning; Lost in a sigh that crystal voice Keen-edged for spurning; That faltering uneasy breast In embers burning. Pity her then, nor smile that secret smile Of subtle scorning; Your easy love knows not her Calvary Of passionate thorning. There shall yet midnight gloom your sky When hers is morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAIN by CHRISTINE TURNER CURTIS SONNET: 13. OUT OF CATALLUS by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS FOREIGN LANDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES TO THE GALLIC EAGLE by BERNARD BARTON SHE SHALL NOT GUESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT UTOPIA by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE |
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