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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST, by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER First Line: The lonesome house drove me outside Last Line: To one robbed by death and marriage. | |||
The lonesome house drove me outside. In the darkness the blossoms gleamed -- Pale ghosts of their bright daytime selves, While the cold moon wallowed through clouds. A drear wind whispered to the trees Disturbing all the half-dead leaves, Making the iris tremble and shrink. From the nearby woods a mocking bird Shrilled a mad ecstatic deluge, As if to drown the babel sounds Released by the awful night hours. A whippoorwill's poignant calling, The ululation of a dog, The ghoulish barking of a fox, An owl's lonely shuddering voice. Riven by pangs of loneliness! Alone! a dreadful word that clings To one robbed by death and marriage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE CLUE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |
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