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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORLD-MILLER, by FRANCES BARBER First Line: Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge Last Line: More cruel his wheel's divesting! | |||
Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge, Wearied enough for such dragging! I need not be fastened by rod or wedge More than bale-filled bagging. More than a meal-sack you throw across Your wagon after the milling; Just as clumsy a weight to toss And the bundle compact from spilling, Save that the grain leaves a trail of dust Which yellows your sleeve and your fingers; But, however you handle, wherever you thrust, No spark of my being lingers. Both from the miller's and freed from grist -- A bag and a body resting -- But the world was a stricter exorcist, More cruel his wheel's divesting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS A SUPPLICATION FOR LOVE, HYMN 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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