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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 COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HUMAN LIFE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE UNKNOWN SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT by RICHARD BARNFIELD A LEAVE-TAKING: 1 by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |
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