Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITTLE PHOEBE; OR THE SECOND GATHERING OF THE SEA-SHELLS, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: The rain had poured all day, but cleared at night Last Line: But loving hands replaced and kept them all. Subject(s): Shells; Conchology | ||||||||
The rain had poured all day, but cleared at night, When, with her little basket on her arm, She left the door-step of that seaside farm; The weeping tamarisk glistened in the light, And chanticleer's green feathers softly waved Against the dying sunshine. Forth she fared, Our host's sweet child, his Phoebe golden-haired, To gather shells, wherewith the beach was paved; At dusk, she took the homeward path that led Beneath yon dark-blue ridge, when, sad to tell, On her fair head the gloomy Lias fell, Crumbled by storms, - they found her bruised and dead: Her basket-store was scattered by the fall, But loving hands replaced and kept them all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TANKA DIARY (2) by HARRYETTE MULLEN APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS ON SOME SHELLS FOUND INLAND by TRUMBULL STICKNEY WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL by CHARLES HENRY WEBB AN ENGLISH SHELL by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON SEA LAVENDER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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