Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEASURE, by MYRA PERRINGS First Line: If I should measure all my years as men Last Line: A beauty never sprung from seeded ground. | ||||||||
If I should measure all my years as men Count off the miles and mark upon a map The fair and rough and every dangerous gap, My chart would break and blot beneath the pen. If I should measure fruitfulness as when A tree is estimated for its sap, My barren days would sit with empty lap, My boughs see not that spring had come again. But there are other measures than the miles And other harvests than the heaped-up grain, For I have known a moment like the sound Of flutes beyond the journey's dark defiles, And I have reaped upon the dust-blown plain A beauty never sprung from seeded ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON GULF-WEED by CORNELIUS GEORGE FENNER LILIES: 25. THY LOVE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 11 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |
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