Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: Thou could'st not watch with me! - the flowers are thine Last Line: And girl-lips, have ye no sweet word to say? | ||||||||
Thou could'st not watch with me!The flowers are thine Soft in the valleys,where the blue stream speeds By banks of osier and the bending reeds, And where the sunlit golden ripples shine. The foaming white salt sea-waves' crested line, And the blue-gentianed austere mountain-meads, And snow-fields whence thy traitor foot recedes, And the far dim laborious peaks,are mine. O thou whose hazel eyes so pure and deep Should towards far splendid heights have led the way, Hadst thou no holy watch with me to keep? The dark is lessening, and the pale morn's grey Glimmers O girl-heart, art thou still asleep? And girl-lips, have ye no sweet word to say? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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