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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STANZAS, by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD Poet's Biography First Line: How well I remember the paths that I trod Last Line: How warm was my fancy, how cold is the truth. Subject(s): Truth | |||
How well I remember the paths that I trod When a boy, with my bait and my light little rod; How eager I went, and how patient I stood, And felt not a bite through the whole afternoon; Wet, hungry, and tired, how, at sundown, I came, The leaf it was green and the verdure the same, But returning I found it so cold and so tame, 'T was December to me, to the wood it was June. I had dwelt where the lovely, the young, and the gay Shed light on my path --but I went on my way, My errand was fruitless, and tedious my stay, And saddened I turned to the home of my youth; Where now is the music, the life, and the glee -- There are smiles, there are dimples, --they are not for me, And my faint, sickening spirit too plainly can see, How warm was my fancy, how cold is the truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INCLINED TO SPEAK by LAWRENCE JOSEPH WHAT IS TRUTH? by JOHN BOWRING EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV LYING MY HEAD OFF by CATE MARVIN TRUTH SERUM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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