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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT AN EARTHWORKS, by JOHN DRINKWATER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ringed high with turf the arena lies Last Line: I will not parley with the night. | |||
RINGED high with turf the arena lies, The neighbouring world unseen, unheard, Here are but unhorizoned skies, And on the skies a passing bird, The conies and a wandering sheep, The castings of the chambered mole, -- These, and the haunted years that keep Lost agonies of blood and soul. They say that in the midnight moon The ghostly legions gather yet, And hear a ghostly timbrel-tune, And see a ghostly combat met. These are but yeoman's tales. And here No marvel on the midnight falls, But starlight marvellously clear, Being girdled in these shadowy walls. Yet now strange glooms of ancestry Creep on me through this morning light, Some spectral self is seeking me . . . I will not parley with the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER 1914-1918: THE DEAD SPEAK by JOHN DRINKWATER A CHRISTMAS NIGHT by JOHN DRINKWATER A DEDICATION by JOHN DRINKWATER A GHOST SPEAKS ON THE STYX by JOHN DRINKWATER A MAN'S DAUGHTER by JOHN DRINKWATER |
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