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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 THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |
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