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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CONVENTION, by HAROLD WILLARD GLEASON First Line: She could not sleep...Wild-apple trees were stirring Last Line: The chill (she thought), she shuttered out the night. | |||
She could not sleep . . . Wild-apple trees were stirring, Their tender buds aflutter with the breeze; Beyond the orchard phantom wings thrilled whirring; The pasture seemed alive with mysteries! Life pulsed through leaf and stem; faint perfumes strayed Up to her window, filled her with unrest; Afar, the eerie laughter of the loon Awoke a strange sweet madness in her breast . . . She wondered at the prim-walled garden, sprayed With silver glamour by the April moon . . . (How could she know that in the poplar clearing Gay goat-hoofs stamped weird rhythms of delight, A lyre throbbed its thratto-plat?) . . . So, fearing The chill (she thought), she shuttered out the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTICATION by HAROLD WILLARD GLEASON PANAMA: THREE PICTURES by HAROLD WILLARD GLEASON TRAFFIC by HAROLD WILLARD GLEASON THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL THE MEETING OF THE WATERS by THOMAS MOORE RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 54 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 17. THE BESTOWER by EDWIN ARNOLD STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by BERNARD BARTON |
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