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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE FOURTH WATCH, by MYRON HENRY BROOMWELL First Line: Nights when I tarry in this passionate clay Last Line: You sleep in earth with neither lamp nor fire. | |||
Nights when I tarry in this passionate clay, The house and freehold of my vassal, Thought, I hear his hounds upon the wind away Baying a quarry they have all but caught. But when full morning breaks the pack comes home, Spent from the chase and drenched with chilling dew; The driven stag they lathered into foam Climbs the far hills where they will not pursue. I mind how you would say, in nights now gone, That it was always darkest under the lamp For you; and presently the glaucous dawn Would turn us home through meadows elfin-damp. But now, as though to lighten your desire, You sleep in earth with neither lamp nor fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON CANADA by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LAY OF THE LEGION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE END by BYRON HAVERLY BLACKFORD LANDING AT DAWN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A GENUINE DIALOGUE BETWEEN A GENTLEWOMAN AT DERBY AND HER MAID by JOHN BYROM |
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