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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILGRIM OF THE UPLAND MEADOWS, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY Poet's Biography First Line: Diverging trails we climb Last Line: Or else a quiet stone. Subject(s): Fields; Pastures; Meadows; Leas | |||
Diverging trails we climb, But if you find a flower I will applaud its perfume, I will confess its power. I seek an amaranth More lovely than its name, For me a very heart's rue, For your hearts not the same. It blows above the blue Far-vistaed Paphian sea, Or so the woman said Whose green eyes 'sorcelled me. Joy to you in your meadows, But I'll search mine alone And find an amaranth Or else a quiet stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING PHEASANTS IN A CORNFIELD by ROBERT BLY THREE KINDS OF PLEASURES by ROBERT BLY QUESTION IN A FIELD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAST MOWING by ROBERT FROST FIELD AND FOREST by RANDALL JARRELL AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN FIELDS OF SUMMER by GALWAY KINNELL OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY |
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