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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 TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LAST MAN by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WHEN ALL IS DONE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |
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