Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A FOREBODING, by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL



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First Line: What were the whole void world, if thou wert dead
Last Line: That the dumb turf I tread on seems to sing.


WHAT were the whole void world, if thou wert dead,
Whose briefest absence can eclipse my day,
And make the hours that danced with Time away
Drag their funereal steps with muffled head?
Through thee, meseems, the very rose is red,
From thee the violet steals its breath in May,
From thee draw life all things that grow not gray,
And by thy force the happy stars are sped.
Thou near, the hope of thee to overflow
Fills all my earth and heaven, as when in Spring,
Ere April come, the birds and blossoms know,
And grasses brighten round her feet to cling;
Nay, and this hope delights all nature so
That the dumb turf I tread on seems to sing.





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