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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DREAMERS, by EUGENE DE BULLET First Line: But how bring back from those vague outland meadows Last Line: And yet you pale at death, the darkening stream. | |||
("His night sleep doth change his knowledge" Ecclesiasticus XL.) But how bring back from those vague outland meadows Wherein the mind released from wandering fares, How keep the knowledge that our waking yields Up to the dark receding? Ah, we knew The thing to still this clamor, kill these cares. We trod a spacious country where the days Of one life clearly fell as water-springs That lip the cool green ledge. Also we knew The necessary thing for that fresh flow That might but for the bastard sun have run Into eternity where there's no turning.... And so it is with sleep. And as the light Spills westward dimly, and the eyelids take The gradual day upon them as from who Shall say what tender giving, we awake And what was known is lost; the fine thread broken.... And yet you pale at death, the darkening stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MY PICTURE-GALLERY by WALT WHITMAN THE FOREST POOL by MATHILDE BLIND TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND ON THE DEATH OF REV. LEVI PARSONS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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