Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO A LOST COMRADE, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN


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TO A LOST COMRADE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: We found the spring at eager noon
Last Line: "cry ""hollo!"" I will come."
Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding
Subject(s): Brotherhood


WE found the spring at eager noon,
And from one cup we drank;
Then on until the forest croon
In twilight tangle sank;

The night was ours, the stars, the dawn;
The manna crust, bird-shared;
And never failed our magic shoon,
Whatever way we fared.

If caged at last, ceased not the flow
Of sky-gleam through the bars;
And where were wounds I only know
Tear-kisses hid the scars.

And when, as round the world death-free
We wind-embodied roam,
I hear the gale that once was thee
Cry "Hollo!" I will come.





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