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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PENNYROYAL, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH Poet's Biography First Line: Heavy with cares no winnowing hand could sift Last Line: Safe 'mid the unblighted treasures of the past. Subject(s): Children; Forests; Memory; Past; Childhood; Woods | |||
HEAVY with cares no winnowing hand could sift, Wrapt in a sadness never to be told, As o'er the fields and through the woods I strolled, Following with restless footstep but the drift Of the still August morn, so I might shift The scenery of my thoughts, and gild their old Monotonous fringes with a light less cold, I found the aromatic herb, whose swift And sweet associations bore me away To boyhood, when beneath an oak like this I culled the fragrant leaves. Crude childhood's bliss Was in the scent; but brighter smiled the day For memories no cold shade could overcast -- Safe 'mid the unblighted treasures of the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS WAKES IN THE WOOD by RANDALL JARRELL CHAMBER MUSIC: 20 by JAMES JOYCE ADVICE TO A FOREST by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A SOUTH CAROLINA FOREST by AMY LOWELL JOY IN THE WOODS by CLAUDE MCKAY IN BLACKWATER WOODS by MARY OLIVER THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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