Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OUTCRY, by ELLEN MAGRATH CARROLL

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First Line: I, loving beauty, must live
Last Line: Even you must not guess all my dearth!
Subject(s): Beauty; Love

I, loving Beauty, must live
Here on this barren bleak road:
O little wind, why wander by
To tantalize, to goad?

You, who bring me perfume
From blossoms on Beauty's breast
Go -- I turn my face away,
I am torn by too great unrest!

Stop, touch this dust ere you pass,
What bloom could lift from such earth?
O little wind, drift on, drift on,
Even you must not guess all my dearth!

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