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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LEAF, by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT First Line: Poor leaf from off thy spray Last Line: And glory's leaf of bay. | |||
POOR leaf from off thy spray, Withered and torn away, Where dost thou go? I cannot say. The storm has shattered the oak, Which was my only stay, With its inconstant stroke. The West or the howling North From that hour drive me forth From the forest to the plain, From the mountain to the mead. I go where the winds may lead, I go where the storms constrain, Without complaint, without dismay; I go where all else goes-- Where goes joy's leaf of Rose, And glory's leaf of Bay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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