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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 21, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Among the myriad voices of the spring
Last Line: How great a lover have you lost in me!
First Line: Among the myriad voices of the spring
Last Line: How great a lover have you lost in me!
Among the myriad voices of the Spring
What were the voice of my supreme desire,
What were my cry amid the vernal choir,
Or my complaint before the gods that sing?
O too late love, O flight on wounded wing,
Infinite hope my lips should not suspire,
Why, when the world is thine, my grief require,
Or mock my dear-bought patience with thy sting?
Though I be mute, the birds will in the boughs
Sing as in every April they have sung,
And, though I die, the incense of heart-vows
Will float to heaven, as when I was young.
But, O ye beauties I must never see,
How great a lover have you lost in me!
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