Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PIPER, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN


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THE PIPER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I met a crone 'twixt wood and wood
Last Line: The piper plays..
Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding
Subject(s): Pipers


I MET a crone 'twixt wood and wood,
Who pointed down the piper's road
With shaken staff and fearsome glance,—
"Ware, ware the dance!"

But when the piper me did greet,
The wind, the wind was in my feet,
The rose and leaf on eager boughs
Unvestalled them of dew-writ vows,
And I as light as leaf and rose
Danced to the summer's close.

Now every tree is weary grown,
Of singing birds there is not one;
All, all the world droops into grey,—
O piper Love, must thou yet play?
The wildest note of all he blew,
And fast my worn feet flew.

Old is the year, the leaf and rose
Are long, long gone;
So chill, so chill the gray wind blows
Through heart and bone;
No grasses warm the winter ways
That wound my feet;
But with unwearied fingers yet,
Bold, undelayed on stop and fret,
Unmercifully sweet,
The piper plays..





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