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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS, by ROBERT FROST Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In a haunt in the depths of the forest Last Line: To strand on the sands of sleep. Subject(s): Night; Bedtime | |||
In a haunt in the depths of the forest, Enshrined by a lonely wood lake, With the trees bending over its waters Where moon-crested ripples break, -- Where far down the long arching vistas, The moon-beams all peacefully lie, And the night wind that steals through the tree-tops, Moans softly and lingers by: -- Here, oft in the midnight above me, I watch a lone, hemlock-wreathed star; Till over the sands of the silence, Wave music comes swelling afar. My mind is born on by the singing, A rudderless craft on the deep; And 'tis left by the ebbing waters, To strand on the sands of sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN |
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