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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRYSTING, by F. W. HART First Line: Shrouded by the evening shadows Last Line: For myself and irish setter. | |||
SHROUDED by the evening shadows Gently falling, Kindly hiding From intruders, we were resting In our place of quiet trysting. Near my own a heart was beating, Softly telling, In its throbbing (In my warm embrace reclining), Of a love beyond defining. But the shadows lade with dampness, Deeper falling, Plainly calling, Tell us shelter were far better For myself and Irish setter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AN OLD SAW NEWLY RENDERED by LEVI BISHOP MIDNIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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