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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIKING, by HENRY A. WRIGHT First Line: I, who have felt the rain upon my face Last Line: For one whose eyes were not content to sleep. | |||
I, who have felt the rain upon my face And steeled my eyes to meet the lightning's glare -- Whose soul has reveled in the storms that race With scowling echoes down the cosmic stair, Can never rest beneath the calm that makes A dungeon for the winds on listless days. No! I must feel the surge where battle breaks And seek a star through strife-belabored ways. If you should wake to find my pillow cold, Go back to sleep nor care that I have fled; Be glad that Viking blood was ever bold To christen trails where craven never bled. Go, seek your dreams, I would not have you weep For one whose eyes were not content to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT IS THIS VINTAGE by HENRY A. WRIGHT FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY FAREWELL TO A LOVER by VERA MARY BRITTAIN HALBERT AND HOB by ROBERT BROWNING THE POET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CHIVALRY AND SLAVERY, SELECTION by JOHN BURKE QUEEN ANNELIDA AND FALSE ARCITE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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