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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROMANCE, by FRANCES STOAKLEY LANKFORD First Line: Never wind blew as this wind blows Last Line: Put up your book now. Climb into bed. | |||
Never wind blew as this wind blows. Never were clovered fields so red. Never was maid the whole world's rose, Nor knight so true, though his bright wounds bled. Never was pain so deep with woes, Nor strolling singer so heavy-sad; Nover was even a child so glad As here where the dim page wakes and glows. This is your doom and your peace, dear lad, Till the last deed's done and the last word said. Laughter will linger, and labour and bread. Put up your book now. Climb into bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW CASSANDRA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HILLS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE STRANGER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL CLEAR WEATHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |
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