Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITE PENDENTE, by RAY CLARKE ROSE First Line: The leaves lie dead about my feet Last Line: Or art thou, as thou seemest, dead? Subject(s): Grief; Loss; Love - Loss Of; Winter; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
The leaves lie dead about my feet Fair summer's mantle cast aside; And shrill the glooming winds repeat The moaning of my heart's sad tide. I know not where the days have sped; I only know that long ago A dear One kissed my lips and fled. The blinding sleet of winter's woe Beats on me with a friendly touch, And mingles with my tears, that flow Unceasingly and overmuch A joy of old each tear I shed; But may it be through tears I 'll see The sunshine and be comforted? Dead, all the bloom and harvest time, And all the hopes and high delight; And, over all, the fatal rime Of winter's chill and love's sad night Oh, tell me, lost one! dost thou tread The joyous ways of perfect days, Or art thou, as thou seemest, dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A BACHELOR'S VALENTINE by RAY CLARKE ROSE |
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