Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAST FURROW, by EDWIN MARKHAM Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The spirit of earth with still, restoring hands Last Line: Yet are the bleak graves lonely in the rain. | ||||||||
THE Spirit of Earth with still, restoring hands, Mid ruin moves, in glimmering chasm gropes, And mosses mantle and the bright flower opes; But Death the Ploughman wanders in all lands, And to the last of Earth his furrow stands. The grave is never hidden: fearful hopes Follow the dead upon the fading slopes, And there wild memories meet upon the sands. When willows fling their banners to the plain, When rumor of winds and sound of sudden showers Disturb the dream of winter, all in vain The grasses hurry to the graves, the flowers Toss their wild torches on their windy towers; Yet are the bleak graves lonely in the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |
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