Frailest and first to stand Upon the border-land From darkness shriven, In livery of death Thou utterest the breath And light of heaven. Though profitless thou seem As doth a poet's dream, Apart from thee Nor limb nor laboring root May load with ripened fruit The parent tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE LITANY by ROBERT GRANT (1785-1838) THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON THE FIRST BREAK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |