Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ARROW-SLIT, by JEAN INGELOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I clomb full high the belfry tower Last Line: And carry her, carry her on my breast.' Subject(s): Climbing; Faith; Flowers; Hearts; Love; Roses; Belief; Creed | ||||||||
I CLOMB full high the belfry tower Up to yon arrow-slit, up and away, I said 'Let me look on my heart's fair flower In the walled garden where she doth play.' My care she knoweth not, no nor the cause, White rose, red rose about her hung, And I aloft with the doves and the daws, They coo and call to their callow young. Sing, 'O an she were a white rosebud fair Dropt, and in danger from passing feet, 'T is I would render her service tender, Upraised on my bosom with reverence meet.' Playing at the ball, my dearest of all, When she grows older how will it be, I dwell far away from her thoughts to-day That heed not, need not, or mine or me. Sing, 'O an my love were a fledgeling dove That flutters forlorn o' her shallow nest, 'T is I would render her service tender, And carry her, carry her on my breast.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTION by MINA LOY ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW |
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