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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 82. HOARDED JOY, by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I said: 'nay, pluck not, let the first fruit be' Last Line: "and the woods wail like echoes from the sea." Alternate Author Name(s): Rossetti, Gabriel Charles Dante Subject(s): Happiness; Joy; Delight | |||
I SAID: "Nay, pluck not,--let the first fruit be: Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red, But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head Sees in the stream its own fecundity And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we At the sun's hour that day possess the shade, And claim our fruit before its ripeness fade, And eat it from the branch and praise the tree?" I say: "Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun Too long,--'tis fallen and floats adown the stream Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one, And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam Of autumn set the year's pent sorrow free, And the woods wail like echoes from the sea." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL FOUND' (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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