Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE COMET, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My sincerity doth surpass Last Line: We entreat thee come not near. Subject(s): Comets | ||||||||
My sincerity doth surpass The pretence of optic glass. Say what are the highlands yonder Which do keep the spheres asunder The streams of light which centre in our sun And those which from some other system run? Distinguished stranger, system ranger, Plenipotentiary to our sphere, Dost thou know of any danger, War or famine near? Special envoy, foreign minister, From the empire of the sky, Dost thou threaten aught that's sinister By thy course on high? Runner of the firmament On what errand wast thou sent, Art thou some great general's scout Come to spy our weakness out? Sculling thy way without a sail, Mid the stars and constellations, The pioneerer of a tail Through the stary nations. Thou celestial privateer We entreat thee come not near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO COMETS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD OWEN GLYNDWR'S WAR-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE COMET by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LINES ON THE COMET by ISABELLA LICKBARROW TO HALLEY'S COMET by JAMES CHRISTIAN LINDBERG A NEW COMET by CALE YOUNG RICE DESIDERATUS MERCIER by HENRY MORTON ROBINSON THE COMET by MARIA LUISA SPAZIANI |
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