Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I SAIL IN THE FALL, by DAVID STEFANSSON First Line: Summer is dying, is dying Last Line: And sail in the fall. Alternate Author Name(s): Stefansson Fra Fagraskogi, David Subject(s): Summer | ||||||||
I SUMMER is dying, is dying, And cold is the breath of fall. The waves are beginning to labor And beat on the ocean-wall. The leaves are blown from the branches. The children have frost-reddened lips. The birds are departing. Keen strain at their cables The storm-hearted ships. I yield to a mighty power. I am drawn by a hidden hand. And the sea -- the sea is calling In tones I cannot withstand. I am the bird that passes, The ship that the tempests blow. My song is a song of parting. I came, and I go. II The storm leads away from harbor. Surf beats the ocean-wall. I came from the south in summer And sail in the fall. Prayers cannot hope to hold me. I hack through the holiest ties -- Abandon the woman I worship, The land of my boyhood skies. I turn from the ship a moment To speak the farewells I owe. But my song is a song of parting. I came, and I go. III I envy all that can scorn thee, Thou wave-driving wind of the deep! -- The sun that glitters in glory, And the lands that lie asleep; The peaks in their crystal beauty, Silent and heaven-high; And the sphinx that keeps its secret While the myriad years go by. IV I am borne by breeze and billow From land on to land. I ask not the people for praises Or honoring hand. I long to be blest with friendship, But am everywhere ever alone, Ever a man without country, A vagrant in every zone. But my song is a song of parting. Surf beats the ocean-wall. I came from the south in summer And sail in the fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY ABBA-LABBA-LA by DAVID STEFANSSON |
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