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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FUGITIVE, by DORA HAGEMEYER First Line: For love of you a song went down the wind Last Line: The fugitive was singing in my breast. | |||
For love of you a song went down the wind. I followed with the net of my despair. Delayed by eagerness, my pace was thinned Till I forsook the race and left it there. I lay me down upon a slope of grass -- The sunlight scattered me with seeds of sleep. I let the hour, I let the morning pass . . . So glad the shining paths of dream to keep. I wandered in a world of silver sound That seemed to be the music of your name; The shadow of the earth was turned around And showed its lovely counterpart of flame. When I awoke, (I need not write the rest) The fugitive was singing in my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INCOMING TIDE by DORA HAGEMEYER ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE FIDO: AN EPISTLE TO FIDELIA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO LORD AND LADY HAYES by THOMAS CAMPION |
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