Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GOLD OF THE GODS, by FRANCES IMOGEN WILSON First Line: Up, up, out of my bed! Last Line: To live and to love and to dare and to be! Subject(s): Day; Life | ||||||||
UP, up, out of my bed! I've a friend on the way; I must meet him. Out of my bed, up on my horse, And ride toward the East to greet him! Nostrils spread wide and limbs aquiver, Impatient feet scarce touching the ground, Down the long lane and over the river, Clearing the fence with a single bound My horse is athrob and I am athrob, Athrob and athrill with the surging blood, As we rush on, on toward the East. Stop! Look! The day's coming on in a golden flood. Ah the wild ecstasy! wine of youth, wine of morning, And all the mad thrill of it! I stand in my stirrup, throw back my head, Drink in my fill of it. Welcome, welcome, new morn with your gift, The gift from the gods that you bring to me, From your storehouse of years another glad day To live and to love and to dare and to be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIVILEGE OF BEING by ROBERT HASS SEAWATER STIFFENS CLOTH by JANE HIRSHFIELD SAYING YES TO LIVING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WORLD IS SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP by DAVID IGNATOW SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 3 by CONRAD AIKEN |
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