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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...NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE |
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