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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REALITY, by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON First Line: These are my scales to weigh reality Last Line: A chord, a dream, a longing, love of thee ! | |||
THESE are my scales to weigh reality, -- A dream, a chord, a longing, love of Thee. Real as the violets of April days, Or those soft-hid in unfrequented ways; Real as the noiseless tune to which we tread The measure we by life's old song are led; Real as man's wonder what his soul may be,-- A guest for time or for eternity. Real as the ocean, seen, alas! no more, Whose tide still beats along my heart's inshore. These are my scales to weigh reality, -- A chord, a dream, a longing, love of Thee ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORGIVENESS LANE by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON HEAVEN by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON HER MUSIC by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON SEPARATION by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON UNANSWERED by MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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