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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE FOG, by DAISY DEAN BUTLER First Line: Shadows seen dimly go slithering by Last Line: Heaven revealing in each friendly face. | |||
Shadows seen dimly go slithering by; Sinister footfalls so stealthily sly; Be they knave's, rascal's or dearest of friend's— Ghosts, through enchantment, disharmony lends, Commonplace lost in bewildering mist— Landmarks awry by vague mystery kissed. All the world moving—and I, too, move on; Shapes looming largely—quite near, and then gone; Fearful, I shun them—away from them steal; Should I have touched them—would they be real? I and my fellows, but pawns in the game; Souls touch but lightly—lives mingle in vain; Could we but banish the clouds that intrude, Then would we welcome a sweet interlude: True understanding all doubt would displace; Heaven revealing in each friendly face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIFTWOOD by DAISY DEAN BUTLER THE SUPREME GIFT by DAISY DEAN BUTLER MANOKWARI, IRIAN JAYA; IN MEMORIAM, ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE by KAREN SWENSON PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON PARTY CARD NO. 224332 by ALEXANDR ILYICH BEZYMENSKY THE DYING DRAGOMAN by MATHILDE BLIND THE CHRISTENING OF THE STADIUM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WARMTH OF MEMORY by BERTON BRALEY THE FORSAKEN MAID by RICHARD BROME OLD AND NEW; THE CENTURY ASSOCIATION, 1847-1897 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |
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