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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SUPPLIANT, by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: Beneath the poplars o'er the sacred pool Last Line: But hold out both her hands. Subject(s): Love - Complaints | |||
BENEATH the poplars o'er the sacred pool The halcyons dart like rays of azure light, -- Fair presage! by the columns white and cool, I'll watch till fall of night. Perchance the goddess at the twilight's breath Will come with silver feet and braidless hair, And all too startled to decree my death, Will hearken to my prayer. So when at moonrise by the farm I go, The lovely girl who near the fig-tree stands, May turn no more on scornful feet and slow, But hold out both her hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI FEBRUARY IN ROME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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