Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEART'S WILD-FLOWER, by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tonight her lids shall lift again, slow Last Line: How blow the shy, shy wilding flowers in the hollows of his wood? Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
TO-NIGHT her lids shall lift again, slow, soft, with vague desire, And lay about my breast and brain their hush of spirit fire, And I shall take the sweet of pain as the laborer his hire. And though no word shall e'er be said to ease the ghostly sting, And though our hearts, unhoused, unfed, must still go wandering, My sign is set upon her head while stars do meet and sing. Not such a sign as women wear who make their foreheads tame With life's long tolerance, and bear love's sweetest, humblest name, Nor such as passion eateth bare with its crown of tears and flame. Nor such a sign as happy friend sets on his friend's dear brow When meadow-pipings break and blend to a key of autumn woe, And the woodland says playtime's at end, best unclasp hands and go. But where she strays, through blight or blooth, one fadeless flower she wears, A little gift God gave my youth, -- whose petals dim were fears, Awes, adorations, songs of ruth, hesitancies, and tears. O heart of mine, with all thy powers of white beatitude, What are the dearest of God's dowers to the children of his blood? How blow the shy, shy wilding flowers in the hollows of his wood? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY |
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