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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HER PITY, by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON Poet's Biography First Line: This is the room to which she came that Last Line: Once leap'd my heart, then, dumb, stood still again. Subject(s): Pity | |||
THIS is the room to which she came that day, -- Came when the dusk was falling cold and gray, -- Came with soft step, in delicate array, And sat beside me in the firelight there; And, like a rose of perfume rich and rare, Thrill'd with her sweetness the environing air. We heard the grind of traffic in the street, The clamorous calls, the beat of passing feet, The wail of bells that in the twilight meet. Then I knelt down, and dar'd to touch her hand, -- Those slender fingers, and the shining band Of happy gold wherewith her wrist was spann'd. Her radiant beauty made my heart rejoice; And then she spoke, and her low, pitying voice Was like the soft, pathetic, tender noise Of winds that come before a summer rain: Once leap'd the blood in every clamorous vein; Once leap'd my heart, then, dumb, stood still again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN PITY AS WE KISS AND LIE by JOHN CIARDI PITY THIS POOR ANIMAL by LUCILLE CLIFTON PITY ASCENDING WITH THE FOG by JAMES TATE EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON IN AN ACT OF PITY by ROBERT CREELEY AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE THE COMPASSIONATE FOOL by NORMAN CAMERON THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON |
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