Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THINK OF IT, MY SOUL, by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE Poet's Biography First Line: Somewhere a pine is green Last Line: They now are wearing. Alternate Author Name(s): Moricke, Eduard Friedrich | ||||||||
SOMEWHERE a pine is green, Just where who knoweth, And in a garth unseen A rose-tree bloweth. These are ordained for thee Think, oh soul, fixedly Over thy grave to be; Swift the time floweth. Two black steeds on the down Briskly are faring, Or on their way to town Canter uncaring. These may with heavy tread Slowly convey the dead E'en ere the shoes be shed They now are wearing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FOR TWO IN THE NIGHT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE AN ERROR CHANCED by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE EARLY AWAY by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE MY RIVER by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE PRAYER by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE SECLUSION by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE THE FORSAKEN MAIDEN by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE THE NEW LOVE by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE THE OLD WEATHERCOCK: AN IDYLL by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE THE SOLDIER'S BETROTHED by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE |
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