Whose blood runs gay as summer's, Whose heart is sure and proud, Whose days are all newcomers, Whose nights are dream-endowed, -- Pass on, lest you should hear Speech neither sweet nor clear. Whose blood is slowly spilling, Whose heart has crimson scars, Whose days have lost their thrilling, Whose nights have lost their stars -- Pause here and you will find One of your kith and kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON |