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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 A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE THE GUARDIAN ANGEL (A PICTURE AT FANO) by ROBERT BROWNING THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER THE BUILDERS OF THE ARK by MARIA ABDY THE MARCH OF THE REGIMENT, 1861 by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL SIC VOS NON VOBIS by ADA CAMBRIDGE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 49 by BLISS CARMAN GOLD! by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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