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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPIRIT OF THE FALL, by DANSKE CAROLINA (BEDINGER) DANDRIDGE First Line: Come, on thy swaying feet Last Line: Lone spirit of the fall. | |||
COME, on thy swaying feet, Wild Spirit of the Fall! With wind-blown skirts, loose hair of russet-brown. Crowned with bright berries of the bittersweet. Trip a light measure with the hurrying leaf, Straining thy few late roses to thy breast, With laughter over-gay, sweet eyes drooped down, That none may guess thy grief. Dare not to pause for rest Lest the slow tears should gather to their fall. But when the cold moon rises o'er the hill, The last numb crickets cease, and all is still, Face down thou liest on the frosty ground Strewed with thy fortune's wreck, alas, thine all -- There, on a winter dawn, thy corse I found, Lone Spirit of the Fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD MOON by DANSKE CAROLINA (BEDINGER) DANDRIDGE TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD IN THREE DAYS by ROBERT BROWNING VIA CRUCIS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 20. ELEGIAC VRSE: THE THIRD EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |
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