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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TORCH-LIGHT IN AUTUM, by JOHN JAMES PIATT First Line: I lift this sumach-bough with crimson flare Last Line: In autumn's funeral train. | |||
I LIFT this sumach-bough with crimson flare, And, touched with subtle pangs of dreamy pain, Through the dark wood a torch I seem to bear In Autumn's funeral train. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT LEAVES AT MY WINDOW by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE CHILD IN THE STREET by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE GUERDON by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE LOST GENIUS by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE MOWER IN OHIO by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE ROSE AND THE ROOT by JOHN JAMES PIATT TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by JOHN JAMES PIATT |
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