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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VERSES TO MISS --, by J. WILDE First Line: From six o'clock I traversed to and fro Last Line: Though all this stuff laid somewhere in my head. Subject(s): Greyhounds; Writing & Writers | |||
FROM six o'clock I traversed to and fro, Oft stopped confounded, knew not where to go, Then gazed around; the evening was quite mild, But had you seen me you'd have thought me wild. I envied then the slow hound his fine scent, Which had I got, I'd smelt the way you went: But greyhound-like I only run by sight, And you like lightning sure had ta'en your flight. I never could behold one trace you made, And sure you did not go there as you said. But don't you think it was a dang'rous way For me to walk with disappointment, pray? Thanks to the brook, it covered but the ground, Or I, perhaps, might have leaped in and drowned: And this, indeed, might be the thing you meant; But, if 'twas yours, it was not my intent. So home I came, went quietly to bed, Got a sound sleep, indeed, indeed I did, Though all this stuff laid somewhere in my head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CELL, SELECTION by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 126: THE DOUBTING MAN by LYN HEJINIAN WAKING THE MORNING DREAMLESS AFTER LONG SLEEP by JANE HIRSHFIELD COMPULSIVE QUALIFICATIONS by RICHARD HOWARD DEUTSCH DURCH FREUD by RANDALL JARRELL LET THEM ALONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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