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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HER, by MARY DILLINGHAM FREAR First Line: Your life was lyric. When the woods were dumb Last Line: You dance and strike the lyre? | |||
Your life was lyric. When the woods were dumb, And April's heralds failed to come, Lilting and jocund your prophetic ear Caught the first wistful notes of spring, And heard in ecstasy the whirring wing Of the awakening year. In breathless days of August yours the thrill Of silvery ripples on the hill; You spread your joyous wings and blithely danced. In answer to the south wind's moan You called the trade wind in a clarion tone; You laughed; you were entranced. Always an oasis the desert held For you where cooling waters welled, Purling through meadow grasses of your mind. Far inland you would hear the roar Of breakers, and exulting in that shore You leaped to meet your kind. O Lyric Love, tell me how do you fare Beyond our sea, beyond our air, But not beyond my fountain of desire! A sister to the Pleiades, Upon the hills of heaven, by starry seas, You dance and strike the lyre? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF ONLY by MARY DILLINGHAM FREAR MY ISLANDS by MARY DILLINGHAM FREAR NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS by MARY DILLINGHAM FREAR WHILES by MARY DILLINGHAM FREAR DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE WINTER NIGHTS; A BACKWARD LOOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNET by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PROLOGUE FOR MRS. SUTHERLAND'S BENEFIT NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS |
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