Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEFORE THE TIME OF MOWING, by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR Poet's Biography 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR |
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