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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HER WHO PASSES, by MAURICE BROWNE First Line: Her footsteps fall in silent sands Last Line: Upon the quiet of this place. | |||
Her footsteps fall in silent sands; Her hands are cool like growing leaves; The fingers of her hovering hands Touch lightly, pass; and time bereaves The benison of her caress Of peace, or pain, or bitterness. The kisses of her mouth like dew Rain gently down; if she has sinned, That she had sinned she never knew; Lightly she walks upon the wind, And like the wind she leaves no trace Upon the quiet of this place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SOUTHERN PACIFIC by CARL SANDBURG TO A SINGING BIRD by PHILIP AYRES ECHOES OF SPRING: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND TO LABOR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE TRUE MEANING OF THE SCRIPTURE TERMS 'LIFE AND DEATH,' by JOHN BYROM |
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