Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 2, 31, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN

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First Line: My anna! When for thee my head was bowed
Last Line: And with every gust of wind my heart goes by.

My Anna! when for thee my head was bowed,
The circle of the world, sky, mountain, main,
Drew inward to one spot: and now again
Wide Nature narrows to the shell and shroud.
In the late dawn they will not be forgot,
And evenings early-dark, when the low rain
Begins at nightfall, though no tempests rave,
I know the rain is falling on her grave.
The morning views it, and the sunset cloud
Points with a finger to that lonely spot:
The crops that up the valley rolling go
Ever towards her slumber bow and blow.
I look on the sweeping corn and the surging rye,
And with every gust of wind my heart goes by.

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