Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,
Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,
Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,
Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers.
And still a new succession sings and flies;
Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot
Towards the old and still enduring skies,
While the low violet thrives at their root.
But thou beneath the sad and heavy line
Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark;
Where not so much as dreams of light may shine,
Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark.
And yet—as if some deep hate and dissent,
Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee,
Were still alive—thou dost great storms resent
Before they come, and know'st how near they be.
Else all at rest thou liest, and the fierce breath
Of tempests can no more disturb thy ease;
But this thy strange resentment after death
Means only those who broke—in life—thy peace.
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I really enjoyed reading this piece. The RHYMING is perfect and the meter made it flow very well. The words in themselves wove beautifully together. My favorite stanza would have to be
But thou beneath the sad and heavy line
Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark;
Where not so much as dreams of light may shine,
Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark
I'm not sure why but i just kept being drawn back to that stanza, it was so beautifully written, just like the rest of it. -
hmm... interesting... i like it! the rhyme is easy, although the early internal rhyme of head and dead set a standard to which the rest of the piece could not hold. it is still a masterwork, excellently describing its wooden subject with well selected words and totally not-forced, easy rhyme.
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Hmmmmm... can't say much about the poem. It is old poetry and thus, traditional in style and historic in subject too. thanks for sharing and God Bless.
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In those days of confusion, long ago, our distant relatives gathered to watch the river flow. Their eyes attracted by the rivers waves and gentle eddy flow. Their minds attracted by the small talk and the preachers gentle flow. Some were filled with anger and it could only grow, while some were filled with love extending its soothing flow. Now the dearly departed rests in repose, dirt covers their sins and the river onward ever flows.
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