Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FATE, by PATRICK MACGILL Poet's Biography First Line: The cloudwrack o'er the heaven flies Last Line: We wither 'neath the vampire wing. Subject(s): Fate; Mourning; Destiny; Bereavement | ||||||||
THE cloudwrack o'er the heaven flies, The wild wind whistles on the lake, The drooping branches in the brake Mourn for the pale blue butterflies. Where is the sheen of green and gold? The sullen Winter's beard is hoar. Where are the fruits the Autumn bore? We know not, who are growing old. We pulled the dainty flowers of spring, But we were happy being young And now when Autumn's knell is rung We wither 'neath the vampire wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART |
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