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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOLIDAY, by GERTRUDE LEE WHEELER First Line: One day I chose to be queen of the may Last Line: For to each child god gives one holiday. | |||
One day I chose to be Queen of the May, My leaden world turned golden and gay. I loosed the bond that held me tight, I danced with unalloyed delight. With trembling hands I seized the cup of bliss And drained its dregs with one long rapturous kiss. I can't recall one single word I said; I know not where my buoyant feet were led. But if I yielded to this lure, The path was straight, the kiss was pure. No scar remains from this glad day in May, For to each child God gives one holiday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM by JOHN DRYDEN FREDERICK DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI SPECULA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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