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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAST GREETING, by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF First Line: My way from the woods I was wending Last Line: And now she will see me no more. | |||
My way from the woods I was wending: There stood the old house still. My love, as of old, was bending Far over the window-sill. Another man she has taken, I was far in the battle's din. How all has turned out!--Ah, forsaken, I wish a new war would begin! Her child at the wayside was playing; Such likeness to her it bore! I kissed its red lips while saying: "God bless thee forevermore!" But she was frightened: I wandered. She lingered and gazed after me, And shook her fair locks and pondered, And knew not who I might be. The woods were murmuring gladly, I stood by a tree on the height; My hunter's horn I blew sadly: It throbbed as in dreams through the night. At morn, when the songbirds dally, She wept and her heart was sore. But I was gone far from the valley; And now she will see me no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING PRAYER by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF THE BROKEN RING by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF THE BROKEN RING by JOSEPH VON EICHENDORFF MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO |
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