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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BACK TO EARTH, by AGNES I. EASON First Line: I stood on the mountain top Last Line: Grew below! | |||
I stood on the mountain top, With fanfare of trumpet, Blazing was the sunshine On my white armor, Nothing but desolate Space above! I fell from the mountain top, Fell to depths of the valley, Soiled my white armor, Broken my trumpet, But -- exquisite violets Grew below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL OF HATE by AGNES I. EASON THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |
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