Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIERRAN IDYL, by BYRON MCCRAY JONES First Line: Beside my grot, the little brook Last Line: Though she sings of death! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
Beside my grot, the little brook Its seaward way had long forsook, Nor tidings bore from snowy height Down golden day or argent night As once I bent, when all was still Beyond the trickling of a rill, And in the ear of fancy heard The Pan-like fluting of a bird Set on swift wing to herald down The brooklet's path of parching stone A sylvan-clear and lilting tide, And strew along its either side Deep beds of moss and tender cress; And in a shady labyrinth, With violet and hyacinth Soft-redolent of the wilderness, To spread for me, of viands choice And spring-sweet wines, a woodland feast Ah, 'twas her voice! From the ethereal timberline Ah, native blossom, wild and chaste, The timid mountain columbine Blown by a deep and snowy waste, And Mariposas, shy and rare, Borne down upon the dew-rinst air; And on the brooklet's undertone, From a hushed and ferny nook apart, The thrush's strain and the wild bee's drone 'Twas in her heart! Now at my foreland's mossy brink To kneel again, again to drink, As by a willow's shadow-frond Limned on the mirrored blue beyond, Half playful, half mischievous smiled The wondering face of a little child; Yet on the brook's dim-pebbled depth The misty light of autumn skies 'Twas in her eyes! And now the brook in wanton mood All headlong down the canyon leapt, And, frothing-wild, the angry flood The moss, the cress, the foreland swept! And at its height there came to me The leveling sense of destiny! Life's nether side, with its scar and seam, 'Twas on her cold, her stifled breath! O, stir me not from a waking dream, Though she sings of death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND ANCHORET by BYRON MCCRAY JONES |
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