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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELLIS PARK, by HELEN HOYT (1887-1972) Poet's Biography First Line: Little park that I pass through Last Line: Little park that I pass through? Alternate Author Name(s): Lyman, W. W., Mrs. | |||
Little park that I pass through, I carry off a piece of you Every morning hurrying down To my work-day in the town; Carry you for country there To make the city ways more fair. I take your trees, And your breeze, Your greenness, Your cleanness, Some of your shade, some of your sky, Some of your calm as I go by; Your flowers to trim The pavements grim; Your space for room in the jostled street And grass for carpet to my feet. Your fountains take and sweet bird calls To sing me from my office walls. All that I can see I carry off with me. But you never miss my theft, So much treasure you have left. As I find you, fresh at morning, So I find you, home returning -- Nothing lacking from your grace. All your riches wait in place For me to borrow On the morrow. Do you hear this praise of you, Little park that I pass through? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BORDER OF A FIELD by HELEN HOYT (1887-1972) SUNSET by HELEN HOYT (1887-1972) THE BRIDE AND THE MATRON by HELEN HOYT (1887-1972) SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE A WINTER DAY by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE AND THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS by JOHN OSCAR BECK THE EVICTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BALLAD TO THE ITALIAN TUNE, CALLED 'GIROMETTA' by PATRICK CAREY |
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