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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by WELLINGTON BREZEE First Line: I plucked thee in life's morning, ribboned Last Line: Then shall my own keep endless tryst with me. Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form) | |||
I plucked thee in life's morning, ribboned rose, While yet the dew lent sweetness to thy grace, And pressed thee close 'twixt heart and bosomed lace With all the glowing passion love bestows On Cupid's bloom. Now from thy cloister flows Brimmed stream of memory. In Love's embrace I linger where the arbor's wine-trails trace -- With new-born moon -- dreams vowing lips disclose. Full many years have fled since golden eve -- Nor turns time backward in its mystic flight; My soul has grieved as only one can grieve Who knows the utter starkness of the night, But when thy withered bloom -- transformed -- I see, Then shall my own keep endless tryst with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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