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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE, by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Are one with all the dead, since she is gone | |||
The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes. And over all her loveliness, the grace Of Morning blushing in the early skies. And in her voice, the calling of the dove; Like music of a sweet, melodious part. And in her smile, the breaking light of love; And all the gentle virtues in her heart. And now the glorious day, the beauteous night, The birds that signal to their mates at dawn, To my dull cars, to my tear-blinded sight Are one with all the dead, since she is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER, FATHER ABRAHAM by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GIRL OF FIFTEEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON I HEAR THE STARS STILL SINGING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IF HOMELY VIRTUES DRAW FROM ME A TUNE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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