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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RETREAT, by BARBARA BROOKE RAWLINS First Line: The anxious heart pressed to the breast Last Line: Found me its certain master. | |||
The anxious heart pressed to the breast Of earth shall know a quietness. The restless heart find rest and sleep Where waters flow cool, still and deep, And quietude will sure abide In the green wood where wild things hide. So I, who knew my own defeat, Fled to the forest for retreat And felt defeat was very small Beside such trees which great and tall Had grown within a century's span Ten times more tall than any man. The shadows black within the wood Were quiet and the quiet good, And solitude turned into peace More winged than a bird's release, So suddenly my foe disaster Found me its certain master. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIETY by BARBARA BROOKE RAWLINS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE TOOTH by REBEKAH CARMICHAEL |
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