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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HER WHO PASSES, by MAURICE BROWNE First Line: Her footsteps fall in silent sands Last Line: Upon the quiet of this place. | |||
Her footsteps fall in silent sands; Her hands are cool like growing leaves; The fingers of her hovering hands Touch lightly, pass; and time bereaves The benison of her caress Of peace, or pain, or bitterness. The kisses of her mouth like dew Rain gently down; if she has sinned, That she had sinned she never knew; Lightly she walks upon the wind, And like the wind she leaves no trace Upon the quiet of this place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES |
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