Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MEASURE, by MYRA PERRINGS


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MEASURE, by                    
First Line: If I should measure all my years as men
Last Line: A beauty never sprung from seeded ground.


If I should measure all my years as men
Count off the miles and mark upon a map
The fair and rough and every dangerous gap,
My chart would break and blot beneath the pen.
If I should measure fruitfulness as when
A tree is estimated for its sap,
My barren days would sit with empty lap,

My boughs see not that spring had come again.
But there are other measures than the miles
And other harvests than the heaped-up grain,
For I have known a moment like the sound
Of flutes beyond the journey's dark defiles,
And I have reaped upon the dust-blown plain
A beauty never sprung from seeded ground.





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