Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THEIR CAROL CALL TO THEE, by DAISYMAY CAMPBELL HUBER First Line: So might I, standing on this pleasant lea Last Line: From self-clung sorrow -- your whole mind reclaim. Subject(s): Nature; Poetry & Poets; Wordsworth, William (1770-1850) | ||||||||
"So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;" Are lines of rich import from out text, torn, Sonnet from year's a-gone, by poet over sea, But still of such abounding worth to me; I hope I may in sonnets, all dross-shorn My inmost deepest thoughts so well adorn That, sweetly sung, their carol call to thee As out the decades past, this song's keynote Goes trilling to its hearer's very soul. So may I yet, bleak mourning's night console And blowing free from you your black calotte, Bring glimpse of Nature's heaven to eyes half-dim From self-clung sorrow -- your whole mind reclaim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER ON A PORTRAIT OF WORDSWORTH BY B.R. HAYDON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LOST LEADER by ROBERT BROWNING DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON MEMORIES by DAISYMAY CAMPBELL HUBER |
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