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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...WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR KNOWLEDGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SULTANA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES VOLATUS TRIUMPHANS by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE |
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