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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PILGRIMAGE, by IONE MORRISON RIDER First Line: Now have we also travel'd realms of gold Last Line: Endows with immortality this hour. | |||
Now have we also travel'd realms of gold On pilgrimage to autumn; and have found A radiant earth, in ruddy splendor gown'd, Awaiting winter. Lambent airs enfold This world grown calmly, beautifully old; Whose fragrance is a subtle scent, compound Of flaming leaf and cone falling to ground, Smoke from wood fire; odor of rich leaf-mold. So resting in a sweet tranquillity Of sun on leaf illuminate, we sense Beyond the burning bush -- infinity. Though soon the radiance fade, and we go hence, Our glimpse of beauty, fleeting as a flower, Endows with immortality this hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDPIPERS IN THE MIST by IONE MORRISON RIDER STATION SWEEPER by IONE MORRISON RIDER THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |
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