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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE FOURTH WATCH, by MYRON HENRY BROOMWELL First Line: Nights when I tarry in this passionate clay Last Line: You sleep in earth with neither lamp nor fire. | |||
Nights when I tarry in this passionate clay, The house and freehold of my vassal, Thought, I hear his hounds upon the wind away Baying a quarry they have all but caught. But when full morning breaks the pack comes home, Spent from the chase and drenched with chilling dew; The driven stag they lathered into foam Climbs the far hills where they will not pursue. I mind how you would say, in nights now gone, That it was always darkest under the lamp For you; and presently the glaucous dawn Would turn us home through meadows elfin-damp. But now, as though to lighten your desire, You sleep in earth with neither lamp nor fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON AS THE GREEK'S SIGNAL FLAME by WALT WHITMAN THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL |
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