Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY, by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE Poet's Biography Last Line: We'll go no more the woodland way, the laurel-leaves are clipt. Subject(s): Forests; Nature; Woods | ||||||||
WE'LL go no more the woodland way, the laurel-leaves are clipt, The little cupids in the pool, the naiads on the sill Behold again the sunlit wave where beam and shadow dipt On waters poured from cups they held, now silent grown and still. The laurel-leaves are clipt, and the weary stag at bay Now trembles at the sounding horn; we'll go no more astray Where troops of lovely children once went frolicking their fill Beneath the glance of lilies dewy-eyed and dewy-lipt. Behold the scythe that shears the grass, the shattered leaves that spill! We'll go no more the woodland way, the laurel-leaves are clipt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER AT FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |
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