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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITE FOG, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Heaven-invading hills are drowned Last Line: Myself remains to comfort me. Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs. | |||
Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush of pain and mirth, No bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, Without the ground, without the sea, The one unchanging thing is I, Myself remains to comfort me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE |
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