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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by CONSTANCE BARBOUR First Line: The rose has crumbled now to fragrant dust Last Line: To waken still, to suffer, and to dream. | |||
The rose has crumbled now to fragrant dust, The pansy's darkness lies on darkness, too. Because their lovely lives are gone they must Be glanced at here, by night, as colored new -- Discovered fragments underneath the sky. Our lives -- not giving of delight, as theirs So softly felt, nor for our breath to die -- A quiet going from a time that shares Its hours with sunlight, leaves, the grass, and rain. Our eyes are seeking eyes that look above, Around, that look at laughter and at pain. We sing of this our living and of love; And from our calmest, sleep-filled nights we seem -- To waken still, to suffer, and to dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE BOSPHORUS REVISITED by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH! by ROBERT BURNS |
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