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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REVIEW, by WILLIAM GREENOUGH SCHOFIELD Poet's Biography
First Line: And now we find no room for sentiment
Last Line: The pounding rumble of new england surf!
Subject(s): Death; Laughter; Night; Dead, The; Bedtime
First Line: And now we find no room for sentiment
Last Line: The pounding rumble of new england surf!
Subject(s): Death; Laughter; Night; Dead, The; Bedtime
And now we find no room for sentiment
Or feigned attachment to decaying days;
Our orbit speeds a present firmament
And cannot bend for trivial delays.
The arc lamp sputters, and a shadow waves
Against the stone encasement; there is death
Strong-scented on the night; the silence paves
A path for storm on air where hangs no breath.
Pale lightning stains the sky, uncertain rain
Drops quietly from clouds that creep too near.
I wait, unsure, and now it comes again:
Behind the thunder I can dimly hear
High laughter as we raced across the turf,
The pounding rumble of New England surf!
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