Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OMEN, by JANIE ELLEN LUELLING BYRNES First Line: A mother dreamed by a manger bed Last Line: Till it burned like a crown at the stable door. Subject(s): Omens; Stables | ||||||||
A mother dreamed by a manger bed As her fingers tousled a downy head And her eyes gazed out through the stable door To where a star slipped lower . . . lower. . . . Till it hung like a lamp above the door. Her eyes grew wide at the light it shed On the fair young face in the manager bed, And her dreams leapt out beyond the door, But the star came on, slipped lower . . . lower. . . . Till it stood like a cross before the door. And the mother-heart stood still with dread As she visioned the pathway His feet must tread, The pathway that led from that stable door, But the star came on, slipped lower . . . lower . . . Till it burned like a crown at the stable door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A DESECRATED CHAPEL NEAR LAUSANNE, NOW USED AS A STABLE by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON CHARME FOR STABLES by ROBERT HERRICK HAWKINS STABLE by JEAN VALENTINE IN THE STABLE by ANDREW BARTON PATERSON THE BANK CLERK AND THE STABLE KEEPERS by HORACE SMITH COTEHELE by RONALD FREDERICK HENRY DUNCAN PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY |
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