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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIGIL, by GERTRUDE A. DODD First Line: I sat by the window in the somber night Last Line: Of our brothers. | |||
I sat by the window in the somber night, When all was still, still as death itself. I tell you there was no sound, but my heart Pulsated to the march of feet that beat Like deadly waves upon the ground. I could not catch the slightest breath, I could hear naught save a small frog's croak, Yet wave after wave rolled upon my soul, Stooped there, piteous, trembling, Rolled and broke. Somewhere in the dead of night were Marching feet of men, men not yet free From a mother's care; somewhere in that clustering Dark, were others, listening even as I, Offering prayer. Dear God, you who hear the sounds withheld From me, and love the crouched and sleepless Mothers, make us to hear and see; give us To walk unharmed in light and dark, make us keepers Of our brothers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO [MARCH 6, 1835] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON R.C. DALLAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 30 by THOMAS CAMPION THE TRAGEDIE OF MARIAM, FAIRE QUEENE OF JEWRY: CHORAL SONG by ELIZABETH (TANFIELD) CARY |
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