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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A CRIMSON CLOVER, by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR Poet's Biography First Line: The maples dropped their withered leaves Last Line: I blest the fearless crimson clover. Alternate Author Name(s): Dean Subject(s): Clover | |||
THE Maples dropped their withered leaves; Wan, through the mist, the sunset shone; And from the upland, bare of sheaves, The jay's call floated, weird and lone. No robin's song the orchard stirred; No oriole flashed from elm to elm; Not even the cricket's chirp was heard, Through all that gray November realm. So drear the sky, the drifting leaves, The dank woods, dim through mist and rain, That mournfully, as one who grieves Above his dead, I walked the lane. When lo! 'mid ferns that, fresh and fair, Still drooped beneath a sheltering wall And gave their fragrance to the air, A crimson clover, sweet and tall! O heart of joy! O breath of June! O grace I thought forever fled! The rose's scent, the robin's tune, Were wafted from that clover red! The lane grew pink with apple-blooms, A paradise of murmuring bees, And softly, through the maple-glooms, From sunny meadows stole the breeze! So night fell, but it seemed not dark; The wind blew, but it was not chill; Up rolled the mist till I could mark The Pleiads gleam above the hill. 'Ah, storm,' I said, 'and loss and pain, Ye are but shadows passing over!' And, turning homeward through the lane, I blest the fearless Crimson Clover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOVER by MARGARET WADE CAMPBELL DELAND IN TUSCANY: WHITE CLOVER by CORA RANDALL FABBRI WHEN SHADOWS ARE CREEPING by JENNIE E. HUSSEY A GROUND VINE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE CLOVER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SWEET CLOVER by RAY CLARKE ROSE COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |
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