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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLAY OF SAND, by RUDOLPH N. HILL Poet's Biography First Line: Clay that was fashioned of sand Last Line: Lo, I shall wander at will! | |||
Clay that was fashioned of sand, Ripple-marked by the long years; Let me but hold, love, your hand; I shall forget all my fears. What though the Pale Singer come, Putting cold lips to my ear; Through with the bugle and drum, May I not quite gladly hear? Out of this palace of dust Let the wind blow, and be still! One with the tongues that are hushed, Lo, I shall wander at will! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAN ANTONIO MEMORIES by RUDOLPH N. HILL TO A PAPOOSE by RUDOLPH N. HILL THE CAMBODIAN BOX by KAREN SWENSON AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES |
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