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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO AN OLD SWEETHEART, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Strange, is it not, that I should pass to-day Last Line: In which the fond old melody was mute. Subject(s): Love; Old Age | |||
STRANGE, is it not, that I should pass to-day Amid the whirling crowd and softly hear Borne from a stranger's lips in accents clear Thy magic name? it seemed so like a play Pausing, I turned, but on his blissful way He lightly fled, as though no human ear By word of his could start with joy or fear Poor man! he little dreamed what he did say. Then, standing in that moving maze of men, The old, deep wounds began anew to bleed, I felt like him who, grasping for his flute To ease his anguish with old tunes again, Found that his hand but held a rifted reed In which the fond old melody was mute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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