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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY THE LAKE, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Across the thick and the pastel snow Last Line: Of overtones, ecstasies, grown for love's shroud. | |||
ACROSS the thick and the pastel snow Two people go. . . . "And do you remember When last we wandered this shore?" . . . "Ah no! For it is cold-hearted December." "Dead, the leaves that like asses' ears hung on the trees When last we wandered and squandered joy here; Now Midas your husband will listen for these Whispers -- these tears for joy's bier." And as they walk, they seem tall pagodas; And all the ropes let down from the cloud Ring the hard cold bell-buds upon the trees -- codas Of overtones, ecstasies, grown for love's shroud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |
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