Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTH-SONG, by ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON CORTISSOZ First Line: What dost thou here, / thou dusky courtier Last Line: Thorough the night mysteries. Subject(s): Moths | ||||||||
WHAT dost thou here, Thou dusky courtier, Within the pinky palace of the rose? Here is no bed for thee, No honeyed spicery, -- But for the golden bee, And the gay wind, and me, Its sweetness grows. Rover, thou dost forget; -- Seek thou the passion-flower Bloom of one twilight hour. Haste, thou art late! Its hidden savors wait. For thee is spread Its soft, purple coverlet; Moth, art thou sped? -- Dim as a ghost he flies Thorough the night mysteries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOBOCRASPIS GRISEIFUSA by TED KOOSER THE WOOLEN BUG by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1952 by NORMAN DUBIE THE NIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING by NORMAN DUBIE TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST A CRY FROM THE SHORE by ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON CORTISSOZ |
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