Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE, by LOUIS HENRI JEAN FARIGOULE First Line: I go forth from my dwelling Last Line: I do not understand. Alternate Author Name(s): Romains, Jules Subject(s): Odes (as Poetic Form) | ||||||||
I go forth from my dwelling Still drowsed with sleep; A light rain Patters on my hands. But a breath of the dawning Not my due Clothes me and blends with The last of my dreams. And as a sigh From a happy spirit, So pure a breathing Spreads through the heavens That my heart is pierced With the memory Of mornings long before When I went forth. The days of my youth Are all but over; Many of life's falsehoods No more impose on me. But still I am moved Strangely, strangely, When this gleaming Lights my way forth, When on rainy mornings The sky still breathes Its cry of hope I do not understand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NUNC ET CAMPUS, ET AREAEUM ... by JOHN BYROM ROMAE, PRINCIPIS URBIUM ... by JOHN BYROM THE BIRTHDAY ODE, 1743, SELECTION by COLLEY CIBBER FIVE GREAT ODES, SELECTION by PAUL CLAUDEL FOR THE KING'S BIRTHDAY 1721 by LAWRENCE EUSDEN CICERONIS AMOR: THE SHEPHERD'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE THE MOURNING-GARMENT: PHILADOR'S ODE, HE LEFT WITH DESPAIRING LOVER by ROBERT GREENE ODE TO HER BULLFINCH by MARY HAYS ANOTHER SPIRIT ADVANCES by LOUIS HENRI JEAN FARIGOULE |
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