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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIBYL, by THOMAS GORDON HAKE Poet's Biography First Line: A maid who mindful of her playful time Last Line: She turns the leaves of doom. | |||
A MAID who mindful of her playful time Steps to her summer, bearing childhood on To woman's beauty, heedless of her prime: The early day but not the pastime gone: She is the Sibyl, uttering a doom Out of her spotless bloom. She is the Sibyl; seek not, then, her voice; -- A laugh, a song, a sorrow, but thy share, With woes at hand for many who rejoice That she shall utter; that shall many hear; That warn all hearts who seek of her their fates, Her love but one awaits. She is the Sibyl; days that distant lie Bend to the promise that her word shall give; Already has she eyes that prophesy, For of her beauty shall all beauty live Unknown to her, in her slow opening bloom, She turns the leaves of doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE THE TUTELAGE by ROBERT MOWRY BELL THE BOY AND THE FLUTE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON |
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