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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIBYL, by THOMAS GORDON HAKE Poet's Biography
First Line: A maid who mindful of her playful time
Last Line: She turns the leaves of doom.
First Line: A maid who mindful of her playful time
Last Line: She turns the leaves of doom.
A MAID who mindful of her playful time
Steps to her summer, bearing childhood on
To woman's beauty, heedless of her prime:
The early day but not the pastime gone:
She is the Sibyl, uttering a doom
Out of her spotless bloom.
She is the Sibyl; seek not, then, her voice; --
A laugh, a song, a sorrow, but thy share,
With woes at hand for many who rejoice
That she shall utter; that shall many hear;
That warn all hearts who seek of her their fates,
Her love but one awaits.
She is the Sibyl; days that distant lie
Bend to the promise that her word shall give;
Already has she eyes that prophesy,
For of her beauty shall all beauty live
Unknown to her, in her slow opening bloom,
She turns the leaves of doom.
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