Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A PASSING HAIL, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Let us rest ourselves a bit! Last Line: It farewell a little while. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Flowers; Grass; Kisses; Nature | ||||||||
LET us rest ourselves a bit! Worry? -- Wave your hand to it -- Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while. Weary of the weary way We have come from Yesterday, Let us fret us not, instead, Of the weary way ahead. Let us pause and catch our breath On the hither side of death, While we see the tender shoots Of the grasses -- not the roots, -- While we yet look down -- not up -- To seek out the buttercup And the daisy where they wave O'er the green home of the grave. Let us launch us smoothly on The soft billows of the lawn, And drift out across the main Of our childish dreams again: Voyage off, beneath the trees, O'er the field's enchanted seas, Where the lilies are our sails, And our sea-gulls, nightingales: Where no wilder storm shall beat Than the wind that waves the wheat, And no tempest-burst above The old laughs we used to love: Lose all troubles -- gain release, Languor, and exceeding peace, Cruising idly o'er the vast, Calm mid-ocean of the Past. Let us rest ourselves a bit! Worry? -- wave your hand to it -- Kiss your finger-tips, and smile It farewell a little while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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