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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 MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES THE TRUANTS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE DEATH OF HAMPDEN by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE POET'S WIFE by JESSICA BELL THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 32. EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FAREWELLS FROM PARADISE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WHEN TIME WAS YOUNG by SARITA HOLT BROWNLEE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: SMALL PEOPLE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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