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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...INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE ON FIRST ENTERING WESTMINSTER ABBEY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AT PARTING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIFTH ECLOGUE; TO HIS FRIEND CHRISTOPHER BROOKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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