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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PILGRIMAGE, by IONE MORRISON RIDER First Line: Now have we also travel'd realms of gold Last Line: Endows with immortality this hour. | |||
Now have we also travel'd realms of gold On pilgrimage to autumn; and have found A radiant earth, in ruddy splendor gown'd, Awaiting winter. Lambent airs enfold This world grown calmly, beautifully old; Whose fragrance is a subtle scent, compound Of flaming leaf and cone falling to ground, Smoke from wood fire; odor of rich leaf-mold. So resting in a sweet tranquillity Of sun on leaf illuminate, we sense Beyond the burning bush -- infinity. Though soon the radiance fade, and we go hence, Our glimpse of beauty, fleeting as a flower, Endows with immortality this hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDPIPERS IN THE MIST by IONE MORRISON RIDER STATION SWEEPER by IONE MORRISON RIDER SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE THE TRUANTS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE |
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