Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LEAF, by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT First Line: Poor leaf from off thy spray Last Line: And glory's leaf of bay. | ||||||||
POOR leaf from off thy spray, Withered and torn away, Where dost thou go? I cannot say. The storm has shattered the oak, Which was my only stay, With its inconstant stroke. The West or the howling North From that hour drive me forth From the forest to the plain, From the mountain to the mead. I go where the winds may lead, I go where the storms constrain, Without complaint, without dismay; I go where all else goes-- Where goes joy's leaf of Rose, And glory's leaf of Bay. | Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE CASTAWAY by WILLIAM COWPER SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A COWBOY'S WORRYING LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 76. YA WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD FOUR SONNETS: 3 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES A BUDDING MORROW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. S. JAMES PARK by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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