Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVEN AS THE GRASS, by RUTH ENCK ENGLE First Line: Lay not your pencill'd cheek where love ... Read Last Line: But love can play a chord on bits of string. Subject(s): Rest | ||||||||
Lay not your pencill'd cheek where love may read, Your em'rld eyes are dripping tears of scorn, And where the moon-drowned shadows beg and plead Like some unsounded bell the ages mourn. The sunbeams spear the windows of your home And dew lays pearls across your velvet breast, Reflecting drifted stars on drowsy loam While lovers seek your couch, to pause and rest. If storm and rain put stubbles in your hair, And wipe your brow with laces sprayed in mist March on, for duty drops the web of care, Where morning sieves a rainbow on your wrist. You know the bitter tune the wind may sing But love can play a chord on bits of string. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BOY'S SLEEP by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE HOW FAR IS IT TO THE LAND WE LEFT? by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE IT'S NOT COLD HERE by ELEANOR WILNER SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |
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