Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HILLS, by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. First Line: Through the twilight faint winds will ever waken Last Line: Out of the twilight. Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
Through the twilight faint winds will ever waken Ghostly trees adream in the frosty silence, And the last red streaks of the winter sunset Fade into ashes. White above the lake and the leafless willows, Cold and silver starglow, the full moon risen; White the air will grow with a fleece of snowflakes Silently falling. This pale dream of lonely and haunted beauty Evermore will come in the dusk of winter From the hills of youth, as a ghost unbidden Out of the twilight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. |
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