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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PHOENIX, by RACHEL BALDWIN First Line: Something is yet alive, that may not die Last Line: Again the dream, as from celestial fire. | |||
Something is yet alive, that may not die While mind awakens still to hear the song, And feeling hot the stir of lyric wine Forgets the hours were dark, the years were long. Something will stand to be immortal self, With spirit free of bond, the old rage gone That burned to ash the vital heart of life, Where dreams were fuel for it to feed upon. For that which savored death and joy will know The highest Thought, attuned to all desire: The dreams that fall to broken earth will shape Again the Dream, as from celestial fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEMORY OF THE PLAYERS IN A MIRROR AT MIDNIGHT by JAMES JOYCE MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE DEATH OF MR. WOODWARD, AT EDINBURGH by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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