Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOONLIGHT, by YETZA GILLESPIE First Line: A panther, perilous and white Last Line: The heart is such a little thing. | ||||||||
A panther, perilous and white, The moonlight runs at my left hand. Soft on the rock and sure on sand, It threads the mountain-groves of night. No pebble moved; it stirred no rush, When it paused beside the pool and drank. Only ... I see a shining flank Creeping beyond the laurel-brush. Some fated moment it will spring In terrible silver on its prey. Oh, small reward and meager stay! The heart is such a little thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON SELF-DEPENDENCE by MATTHEW ARNOLD NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN |
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