Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DOUBT, by FERNAND GREGH Poet's Biography First Line: Upon the topmost branches dies Last Line: Thee who, perhaps, art not at all. Subject(s): Doubt; Skepticism | ||||||||
UPON the topmost branches dies A last ray of the setting sun; A glimmer of strange gilding lies Upon the leaves' vermilion. From the pale sky the colours fade, 'Tis grey even as grey waters are; There glide like sudden shafts of shade The living wings of birds afar. From all things comes a charm so deep, So sweet and glad, so void of strife; Calm as the peacefulness of sleep Spreads the divinely cosmic life. The sounds of the far city roll On fitful winds to my retreat. . . . Why falls there sudden on my soul A feeling beyond speaking sweet? Dear God, how all the sense of doom Vanishes in the face of things! How one is like poor men to whom Some chance a day of feasting brings! How one adores in childlike mood, And finds Thee where the shadows fall, Here in life's holy amplitude, Thee who, perhaps, art not at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS SECOND NOETIC HYMN by ROBERT KELLY WALLACE STEVENS' LETTERS by ROBERT BLY IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST |
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