Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GOLDEN TOUCH, by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON Poet's Biography First Line: The amber dust of sunset fills Last Line: Are here, although you know it not. Alternate Author Name(s): Tomson, Graham R. | ||||||||
THE amber dust of sunset fills The limits of my narrow room, And every sterile shadow thrills To golden hope, to golden bloom. Sweet through the splendour, shrill and sweet, Somewhere a neighbouring cage-bird sings, Sings of the Spring in this grey street While golden glories gild his wings. Clothed with the sun he breaks to song In vague remembrance, deep delight Of dim green worlds, forsaken long, Of leaf-hung dawn and dewy night. My prisoning bars, transfigured too, Fade with the day, forsworn, forgot Melt in a golden mistand you Are here, although you know it not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOUTH COAST IDYLL by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON ALL SOULS' DAY by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON AUBADE by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON AVE ATQUE VALE by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON DEID FOLKS' FERRY by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON GLORIA MUNDI by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON HEREAFTER by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON LE MAUVAIS LARRON (SUGGESTED BY WILLETTE'S PICTURE) by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON NEIGES D'ANTAN by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON NOCTURN by ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON |
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