Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ADVENTURE, by EDWARD BLISS REED First Line: I loved my garden; in its cloistered plot Last Line: Nor turn dismayed from unknown fate. Subject(s): Fate; Flowers; Hearts; Love; Romance; Roses; Sea Voyages; Destiny | ||||||||
I I loved my garden; in its cloistered plot Blossomed the earliest daffodils of Spring. Hiding gray walls the roses climbed; each spot Breathed blessing; tender violets languishing Scattered faint incense. Honeysuckle sweet And fragrant grasssoft rest for tired feet Enticed the care-worn soul. All that birds sing I knew, and with each note my heart would reach A tranquil joy beyond our mortal speech. One morn, across the distant, sheltering hill, Swift from the sea the eastern wind ble strong. The blackbird's note was hushed; as all grew still I heard far off that ancient, charmèd song The ocean's call. The flowers I loved so well Trembled and died. Half freed from drowsy spell Of garden glamourie, I lingered long, Then opened wide the gate and out did pass The red rose strewed its petals down the grass. Through the rich meadows, past the moors I went. (The song of birds came faintly down the hill) Sweeter than roses was the waves' keen scent, I heard the wheeling sea gulls calling shrill. With bruised hands I clambered down a ledge And reachedno resting placethe ocean's edge. Dim dreams came to my heart, brave thoughts that thrill. There lay a boat, for this day was I made, Push out! and o'er the hill the roses fade. II I cannot tell where lies my land, I have no guiding star, no chart; Clutching the tiller, firm I stand And fight the waves with unmoved heart. Tossed by the stealthy waves, alone On trackless tides where strange stars shine, I seek far regions, vast, unknown, (Hark! how the gale sweeps o'er the brine!) Rest'twas the empty gift of Death. The Gods themselves that man deride Who waits their word with trembling breath, His path untrod and life untried. 'Tis cold. Far off in cloistered plot The roses bloom, the violets wait. Breakers!I would not change my lot, Nor turn dismayed from unknown Fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE |
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