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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST, by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER First Line: The lonesome house drove me outside Last Line: To one robbed by death and marriage. | |||
The lonesome house drove me outside. In the darkness the blossoms gleamed -- Pale ghosts of their bright daytime selves, While the cold moon wallowed through clouds. A drear wind whispered to the trees Disturbing all the half-dead leaves, Making the iris tremble and shrink. From the nearby woods a mocking bird Shrilled a mad ecstatic deluge, As if to drown the babel sounds Released by the awful night hours. A whippoorwill's poignant calling, The ululation of a dog, The ghoulish barking of a fox, An owl's lonely shuddering voice. Riven by pangs of loneliness! Alone! a dreadful word that clings To one robbed by death and marriage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ON A GREEK VASE by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 8. MUHAIMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD NEW YEAR'S EVE by GEORGE ARNOLD |
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