Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEFORE THE TIME OF MOWING, by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR



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First Line: Deep in long seedling grass the meadows lie
Last Line: Such is her descant. Nay, but thou art pale!
Subject(s): Beauty; Comfort; Death; Love; Nature; Dead, The


Deep in long seedling grass the meadows lie,
Bedappled by the shadows of the trees:
Now and again the bloom-enamoured breeze
Comes for one little moment rustling by:
The great soft moon with drench of golden dye
Enchants the world, till all the glimmering leas
Give forth strange, warmth. Were all one's hours like these,
It were not hard, love, for us twain to die!
For grief is dead now. Listen, only list
To yon bird's voice: o'er bloomy orchard ground,
Where bridal trees rise islanded in mist,
Floats out the singing of the nightingale!
'Oh, love, love, love, love lost, love suddenly found'—
Such is her descant. Nay, but thou art pale!





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