Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 37, by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE


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SONNET: 37, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Through vales of thrace, peneus' stream is flowing
Last Line: Stars, dawn, shall find us here together lying.
Alternate Author Name(s): Knish, Anne
Subject(s): Knowledge; Mythology - Classical; Night; Silence; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Bedtime


Through vales of Thrace, Peneus' stream is flowing
Past legend-peopled hillsides to the deep;
From Paestum's rose-hung plains soft winds are blowing;
The halls of Amber lie in haunted sleep;
The Cornish sea is silent with the Summer
That once bore Iseult from the Irish shore;
And lovely lone Fiesole is dumber
Than when Lorenzo's garland-guests it wore.
This eve for us the emerald clearness glowing
Over the stream, where late was ruddy might,
Whispers a wonder, dumb to other knowing, —
Known but to you, the silence, and the night.
Our boat drifts breathless; the last light is dying;
Stars, dawn, shall find us here together lying.





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