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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ADVENTURER, by ODELL SHEPARD Poet's Biography First Line: He did not come in the red dawn Last Line: Of him beneath the stars. | |||
He did not come in the red dawn, He did not come at noon, And all the long bright highway Lay lonely to the moon. And never more, we know now, Will he come wandering down The breezy hollows of the hills Into the quiet town. For he has heard a voice cry A starry-faint "Ahoy!" Far up the wind, and followed Unquestioning after joy. But we are long forgetting The quiet way he went, With looks of love and gentle scorn So sweetly, subtly blent. We cannot cease to wonder, We two who loved him, how He fares along the windy ways His feet must travel now. But we must draw the curtain And fasten bolt and bars And talk, here in the firelight, Of him beneath the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD INN BY THE SEA by ODELL SHEPARD THE FLOCK AT EVENING by ODELL SHEPARD THE HIDDEN WEAVER by ODELL SHEPARD WINDY MORNING (CATALINE ISLAND, 1913) by ODELL SHEPARD AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH |
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