Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO AN OLD QUILL OF LORD DUNSANY'S, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: Before you leave my hands' abuses! Last Line: Over the dark rubicon. Subject(s): Pens & Pencils; Plunkett, Edward [dunsany] (1878-1957) | ||||||||
BEFORE you leave my hands' abuses To lie where many odd things meet you, Neglected darkling of the Muses, I, the last of singers, greet you. Snug in some white wing they found you, On the Common bleak and muddy, Noisy goslings gobbling round you In the pools of sunset, ruddy. Have you signed in wings untravelled For the heights where others view the Bluer widths of heaven, and marvelled At the utmost top of Beauty? No! it cannot be; the soul you Sigh with craves nor begs of us. From such heights a poet stole you From a wing of Pegasus. You have been where gods were sleeping In the dawn of new creations, Ere they woke to woman's weeping At the broken thrones of nations. You have seen this old world shattered By old gods it disappointed, Lying up in darkness, battered By wild comets, unanointed. But for Beauty unmolested Have you still the sighing olden? I know mountains heather-crested, Waters white, and waters golden. There I'd keep you, in the lowly Beauty-haunts of bird and poet, Sailing in a wing, the holy Silences of lakes below it. But I leave you by where no man Finds you, when I too be gone From the puddles on this common Over the dark Rubicon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE A DREAM DANCE by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE A DREAM OF ARTEMIS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE A FAIRY HUNT by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE A LITTLE BOY IN THE MORNING by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE |
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