Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EVENING STROLL, by HENRY KIRKE WHITE Poet's Biography First Line: Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts Last Line: Which gnaws his heart and bids him hope no more. Subject(s): Cold; Death; Evening; Poetry & Poets; Winter; Dead, The; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
QUICK o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts Bleak blows the blastnow howlsthen faintly dies And oft upon its awful wing it wafts The dying wanderer's distant, feeble cries. Now, when athwart the gloom gaunt horror stalks, And midnight hags their damnèd vigils hold, The pensive Poet 'mid the wild waste walks, And ponders o'er the ills life's paths unfold. Mindless of dangers hovering round, he goes, Insensible to every outward ill; Yet oft his bosom heaves with rending throes, And oft big tears adown his wan cheeks trill. Ah! 'tis the anguish of a mental sore, Which gnaws his heart and bids him hope no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE |
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