LE SOIR, by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSONPoet AnalysisPoet's Biography
First Line: Mute-lipped Last Line: O'er the edge of day! Alternate Author Name(s): Tremaine, John
Mute-lipped— unquestioning grim-visaged Fate, I cleave the shadows toward the Western Gate; And yet— my lagging heart still holds Mute-arms outstretched Unto earth's gleaming folds.
Who knows? perhaps Hope's blossoms spray In lush profusion O'er the edge of day!
