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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM THE NORTH, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The northern woods are delicately sweet
Last Line: The first keen sea-breath from the open sea.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
First Line: The northern woods are delicately sweet
Last Line: The first keen sea-breath from the open sea.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
THE northern woods are delicately sweet,
The lake is folded softly by the shore,
But I am restless for the subway's roar,
The thunder and the hurrying of feet.
I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore
Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's unshaken seat.
I would go back and breathe with quickened sense
The tunnel's strong hot breath of powdered steel;
But at the ferries I should leave the tense
Dark air behind, and I should mount and be
One among many who are thrilled to feel
The first keen sea-breath from the open sea.
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