Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HENRY W. GRADY, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: True-hearted friend of all Last Line: With the white splendor of thy prophecies. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Death; Friendship; Grief; Prophecy & Prophets; Sleep; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
TRUE-HEARTED friend of all true friendliness! -- Brother of all true brotherhoods! -- Thy hand And its late pressure now we understand Most fully, as it falls thus gestureless And Silence lulls thee into sweet excess Of sleep. Sleep thou content! -- Thy loved Southland Is swept with tears, as rain in sunshine; and Through all the frozen North our eyes confess Like sorrow -- seeing still the princely sign Set on thy lifted brow, and the rapt light Of the dark, tender, melancholy eyes -- Thrilled with the music of those lips of thine, And yet the fire thereof that lights the night With the white splendor of thy prophecies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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