Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN THE SHADOWS: 10, by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861)


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IN THE SHADOWS: 10, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Last autumn we were four, and travelled far
Last Line: Without apparent reason more or less.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


Last Autumn we were four, and travelled far
With Phoebe in her golden plenilune,
O'er stubble-fields where sheaves of harvest boon
Stood slanted. Many a clear and steadfast star
Twinkled its radiance thro' crisp-leaved beeches,
Over the farm to which, with snatches rare
Of ancient ballads, songs, and saucy speeches,
He hurried, happy mad. Then each had there
A dove-eyed sister pining for him, four
Fair ladies legacied with loveliness,
Chaste as a group of stars, or lilies blown
In rural nunnery. O God! Thy sore
Strange ways expound. Two to the grave have gone
Without apparent reason more or less.





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