Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRIGHT LOSS, by FLORENCE DICKINSON STEARNS First Line: He owns an empty hand who seeks to claim Last Line: A cloud is lovelier than a crock of rain. | ||||||||
He owns an empty hand who seeks to claim A thing of air, for wings are frail as fame; So let the bird of paradise still sever The silver leaves that rustle by the river, Or watch its ivory sunrise from the crest Where it appears plumed to its loveliest. Would any know what his sure aim had won, Let him behold a radiancy gone. Oh leave the beauty where its loss is gain. A cloud is lovelier than a crock of rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE DISAPPOINTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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