Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOUR SONGS, by EDITH JABSON First Line: Blaze not your glory Last Line: In the centre of space. Subject(s): Gold; Legends | ||||||||
I Blaze not your glory Among the green leaves, For gold makes a story And a legend weaves. A tale of Pornic glitters In a dark grave: And sweets grow to bitters On a salt wave. But our legend lingers On the fresh air: And I run my fingers Through your gold hair! II Why shouldn't it be gold? For gold has tints of rust; And I've a flame that burns Deeper than dust. Somewhere behind the mist Of this wall, called flesh, My moods got tangled In a strange mesh. And now I'm but giving What was given me -- Star-frosted England, Blood-burning Italy! III Oh, sail away with all of me And take my passion out to sea, And drop it on a salt wave And let that be my grave. And as I drift from shore to shore Forever and forever more, I'll cry your beauty everywhere From hemisphere to hemisphere! IV Not many years now Shall I be -- Nothing to listen to, Nothing to see. What will be worth then Having no pain? Nothing to lose and Nothing to gain! If I can't remember And can't foresee, There will be no tides Flowing in me. The only motion I shall know Will be this eternal Ebb and flow -- Of the earth rolling In its race Round the sun In the centre of space. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ICE SHALL COVER NINEVEH by KENNETH REXROTH MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE STRANGER; AFTER A GUARANI LEGEND RECORDED BY ERNESTO MORALES by WILLIAM STANLEY MERWIN THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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