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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RAGAMUFFINS, by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Few folk like the wind's way Last Line: Singing, storm or shine. | |||
Few folk like the wind's way; Fewer folk like mine, -- Folk who rise at nine, Who live to drudge and dine, Who never see the starry light, And sleep in the same bed each night Under the same roof; When the rascal wind and I Happen to be gadding by, Gentlefolk, so fat and fine Beg to hold aloof, Leaving us to starlit beds, and husks amid the swine. Few folk like the wind's song, And fewer folk like mine, -- Folk who trudge the trodden way, Who keep the track and never stray, Who think the sun's for making hay, -- Folk who cannot dance or play, Faultless folk and fine. Yet, the wind and I are gay, In our ragamuffin way, Singing, storm or shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE ICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON |
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