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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...THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 7. SUPREME SURRENDER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE SUN IS DOWN by JOANNA BAILLIE |
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