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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 2, 31, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography
First Line: My anna! When for thee my head was bowed
Last Line: And with every gust of wind my heart goes by.
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.
Other Poems of Interest...
A LATTER-DAY SAINT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
A SAMPLE OF COFFEE BEANS by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ANYBODY'S CRITIC by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
APRIL by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AS SOMETIMES IN A GROVE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
CORALIE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ELIDORE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
G.D.W. by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
GUNHILDA by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN TO THE VIRGIN by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN WRITTEN FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CEMETERY by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN