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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRAGMENT, by HERBERT TRENCH Poet's Biography First Line: I sleep. The panoply of sense Last Line: The full theme of the song? Subject(s): Hearts; Fire | |||
I SLEEP. The panoply of sense, The buffetings, the din, The breasts of love, the battle dense, The roaring drive I know not whence, The riot curbed within, Cease, and in dreamless innocence The Self forgets its sin; Forgets, unloosing like a robe, The body and its grief, Till at the Dawn over the globe (That soft and silver thief!) It wakes; nor ever eye can probe Where it has found relief. I die. The treasure-ships I sought, The glories and the glee, The lives wherewith my own was wrought (As in some tapestry gem-fraught) Nearly and tenderly, And the tune mine ear had almost caught, All sink away from me. Then dreamless aeons interpose. The gap, perchance, is long. Will the Self wake to strains it knows? Will the vast star-lit throng Take up, renewed by deep repose, The full theme of the song? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN TO A YOUNG LADY by MAURICE BARING OUR DRIFTWOOD FIRE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE NIGHT FIRE by CLAUDE MCKAY WATER, WINTER, FIRE by MARVIN BELL THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAMSON PREDICTS FROM GAZA THE PHILADELPHIA FIRE by LUCILLE CLIFTON |
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