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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by LILLAH A. ASHLEY First Line: Ah, heart, this is our summer passing - this Last Line: "make haste -- live now -- the frost -- the frost is coming." Subject(s): Summer | |||
Ah, heart, this is our summer passing -- this Deceitful flame maple and birch are wearing, These wings that simulate last April's bliss Under a stern compulsion -- with new daring Weaving their soaring patterns on the dusk Which comes too early now. Oh, heart take warning -- The shrivelled kernel soon in its dry husk And not a wing to brush the gold of morning. The heat blurred hills know how the bright rays falter -- Heart, is it well to seek validities? Here are swift changes, fervors made to alter Between blue dusk and moonrise. Hark, to these -- The cricket fiddling and the parched weeds drumming -- "Make haste -- live now -- the frost -- the frost is coming." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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