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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE WOODS, by JOHN DRINKWATER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I was in the woods today
Last Line: And, hearing, are beatified?
Subject(s): Birds; Tides
First Line: I was in the woods today
Last Line: And, hearing, are beatified?
Subject(s): Birds; Tides
I WAS in the woods to-day,
And the leaves were spinning there,
Rich apparelled in decay, --
In decay more wholly fair
Than in life they ever were.
Gold and rich barbaric red
Freakt with pale and sapless vein,
Spinning, spinning, spun and sped
With a little sob of pain
Back to harbouring earth again.
Long in homely green they shone
Through the summer rains and sun,
Now their humbleness is gone,
Now their little season run,
Pomp and pageantry begun.
Sweet was life, and buoyant breath,
Lovely too; but for a day
Issues from the house of death
Yet more beautiful array:
Hark, a whisper -- "Come away."
One by one they spin and fall,
But they fall in regal pride:
Dying, do they hear a call
Rising from an ebbless tide,
And, hearing, are beatified?
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