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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNREST, by THOMAS GORDON HAKE Poet's Biography
First Line: Is this a remnant of old paradise
Last Line: To weave for evermore a world's despair.
Subject(s): Despair
First Line: Is this a remnant of old paradise
Last Line: To weave for evermore a world's despair.
Subject(s): Despair
Is this a remnant of old Paradise
Where now a shivering, dimpled river creeps,
Driven out from bliss, between these desert steeps,
Pine-armed and bristling to the loveless skies,
No heaven above but where the wild flocks rise,
No world below but where the torrent leaps
And down green steps of dripping foliage sweeps
The writhing gulph that ever rest denies
To those lost waters? Rather here were driven
From Paradise the once offending pair,
To find a peaceful sky by rough winds riven,
And look above through the mist-threaded air,
That wanders 'twixt the mountain-tops and Heaven
To weave for evermore a world's despair.
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