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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAITING, by MARY ELIZABETH SCHWARTZ First Line: How slow the red sun sinks in the silent west Last Line: The night has ridden west, but never you. | |||
How slow the red sun sinks in the silent west, And the fog that creeps from the marsh on phantom feet, Cloaking ravine and crevice, waits to greet the night And hold his great black horses, while as guest He lingers in the valley; so on quest The slow fog slides across the stubbled wheat, Leaving a sea of ghosts forgotten by his feet, Making a path of dreams as night rides west. And still I watch from the barren hills for you, Watch till the winding road has writhed alive In coils and turns, a trail without an end, Watch till the fog that swallows all shall rend And show the road; a hundred times this drive The night has ridden west, but never you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |
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