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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STEPHEN PHILLIPS, BANKRUPT, by HENRY AYLETT SAMPSON First Line: How shall men call you 'bankrupt,' you who hold Last Line: E'en though your body, fettered, acks for bread. | |||
How shall men call you "bankrupt," you who hold The treasure of a deathless line of kings, Who, musing 'midst the surge of awful wings, With lifted eyes, unwearied, calm and bold Can span the infinite and see unfold The shrinking beauty of all hallowed things, While sun to sun in joy eternal sings And far-flung stars burn through a rain of gold. Life, Love and Death are yours to understand; The cry of winds and laughter of the sea; The lore of days to come and days long dead. All, all is yours, and if with empty hand Men pass you by, still, shall your soul be free E'en though your body, fettered, acks for bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO H. M.: IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AYLETT SAMPSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE |
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