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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...EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING DAY: TO PENELOPE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 29. CHRIST AND ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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