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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THY SONG, by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE Poet's Biography First Line: Ask me not which of all my songs is Last Line: In which all songs of mine to utterance grow. Subject(s): Singing & Singers | |||
Ask me not which of all my songs is thine! Ask of the Spring, when first the blossoms stir, Which of their fairy pennons waves for her; Ask of the Night which star of ail that shine Is her own signet, peerless and divine; Ask of the Sun which purple follower Among the clouds is his sole worshipper, Lifting at dawn his colors and his sign. As stars are born of night, as flowers of spring, As clouds the vivid hues of sunlight wear, And all an equal rank and kinship know, So is thy memory the awakening, The living warmth, the radiance large and fair In which all songs of mine to utterance grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE |
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