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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE FOG, by DAISY DEAN BUTLER First Line: Shadows seen dimly go slithering by Last Line: Heaven revealing in each friendly face. | |||
Shadows seen dimly go slithering by; Sinister footfalls so stealthily sly; Be they knave's, rascal's or dearest of friend's— Ghosts, through enchantment, disharmony lends, Commonplace lost in bewildering mist— Landmarks awry by vague mystery kissed. All the world moving—and I, too, move on; Shapes looming largely—quite near, and then gone; Fearful, I shun them—away from them steal; Should I have touched them—would they be real? I and my fellows, but pawns in the game; Souls touch but lightly—lives mingle in vain; Could we but banish the clouds that intrude, Then would we welcome a sweet interlude: True understanding all doubt would displace; Heaven revealing in each friendly face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIFTWOOD by DAISY DEAN BUTLER THE SUPREME GIFT by DAISY DEAN BUTLER THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE |
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