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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLAY OF SAND, by RUDOLPH N. HILL Poet's Biography First Line: Clay that was fashioned of sand Last Line: Lo, I shall wander at will! | |||
Clay that was fashioned of sand, Ripple-marked by the long years; Let me but hold, love, your hand; I shall forget all my fears. What though the Pale Singer come, Putting cold lips to my ear; Through with the bugle and drum, May I not quite gladly hear? Out of this palace of dust Let the wind blow, and be still! One with the tongues that are hushed, Lo, I shall wander at will! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAN ANTONIO MEMORIES by RUDOLPH N. HILL TO A PAPOOSE by RUDOLPH N. HILL A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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