Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DIRGE, by INEZ CLARK THORSEN First Line: Summer is dead - / gone from us now Last Line: Snow in her hair Subject(s): Summer | ||||||||
Summer is dead -- Gone from us now. Place a bright garland On her still brow. Fold her hands neatly On her brown breast. Hush! windy branches -- She is at rest. Summer is dead, Dearest and fair. Now she lies sleeping, Snow in her hair | 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 |
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