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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PILGRIMAGE, by IONE MORRISON RIDER First Line: Now have we also travel'd realms of gold Last Line: Endows with immortality this hour. | |||
Now have we also travel'd realms of gold On pilgrimage to autumn; and have found A radiant earth, in ruddy splendor gown'd, Awaiting winter. Lambent airs enfold This world grown calmly, beautifully old; Whose fragrance is a subtle scent, compound Of flaming leaf and cone falling to ground, Smoke from wood fire; odor of rich leaf-mold. So resting in a sweet tranquillity Of sun on leaf illuminate, we sense Beyond the burning bush -- infinity. Though soon the radiance fade, and we go hence, Our glimpse of beauty, fleeting as a flower, Endows with immortality this hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDPIPERS IN THE MIST by IONE MORRISON RIDER STATION SWEEPER by IONE MORRISON RIDER FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA 1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD THE DESCRIPTION OF COOKHAM by AEMILIA (BASSANO) LANYER |
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