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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GREEN RIVER, by ALFRED BRUCE DOUGLAS First Line: I know a green grass path that leaves the field Last Line: That is as wide-eyed as a marigold. | |||
I know a green grass path that leaves the field And, like a running river, winds along Into a leafy wood, where is no throng Of birds at noon-day; and no soft throats yield Their music to the moon. The place is sealed, An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song, And all the unravished silences belong To some sweet singer lost, or unrevealed. So is my soul become a silent place.... Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night To find some voice of music manifold. Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face Or love that swoons on sleep, or else delight That is as wide-eyed as a marigold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO LOVES: TO THE SPHINX by ALFRED BRUCE DOUGLAS CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON SECTION GANG: NIGHT by NORMAN BOLKER ON THE LATE CAPT. GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS THRO' SCOTLAND by ROBERT BURNS |
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