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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROAD-SONG, by ELIZABETH HAWLEY TOWNER First Line: I will loose my cloak and follow Last Line: Scrip or weight or care! | |||
I will loose my cloak and follow The wild trail's mood; Turning, bending down again To a secret sheltered lane In the wood. There the priestly hickories In the templed arch of trees File with candles lifted high, And, beneath, I know a hollow Where a bumblebee may sup From a lovely porcelain cup That the bluebells grant him graciously. The veery's ancient rapture I will share; Joyfully recapture Mysteries of fay and fairy; Follow on, and scorn to carry Scrip or weight or care! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL ANNE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER FLOATING HEARTS by GEORGE BRADFORD BARTLETT MODERN MOSES, OR 'MY POLICY' MAN by JAMES MADISON BELL THE PROPHECY OF ST. ORAN by MATHILDE BLIND |
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