Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOW AND THEN, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sing me a song, my nightingale Last Line: "he said, ""the morning is not ours!" Subject(s): Love; Time | ||||||||
"SING me a song, my nightingale, Hid in among the twilight flowers; And make it low," he said, "I pray, And make it sweet." But she said, "Nay; Come when the morn begins to trail Her golden glories o'er the gray -- Morn is the time for love's all-hail!" He said, "The morning is not ours! "Then give me back, my heart's delight, Hid in among the twilight flowers, The kiss I gave you yesterday -- See how the moon this way has leant, As if to yield a soft consent. Surely," he said, "you will requite My love in this?" But she said, "Nay." "Yea, now," he said. But she said, "Hush! And come to me at morning-blush." He said, "The morning is not ours! "But say, at least, you love me, love. Hid in among the twilight flowers; No winds are listening, far or near -- The sleepy doves will never hear." "Ah, leave me in my sacred glen; And when the saffron morn shall close Her misty arms about the rose, Come, and my speech, my thought shall prove -- Not now," she said; "not now, but then." He said, "The morning is not ours!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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