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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE FOG, by DAISY DEAN BUTLER First Line: Shadows seen dimly go slithering by Last Line: Heaven revealing in each friendly face. | |||
Shadows seen dimly go slithering by; Sinister footfalls so stealthily sly; Be they knave's, rascal's or dearest of friend's Ghosts, through enchantment, disharmony lends, Commonplace lost in bewildering mist Landmarks awry by vague mystery kissed. All the world movingand I, too, move on; Shapes looming largelyquite near, and then gone; Fearful, I shun themaway from them steal; Should I have touched themwould they be real? I and my fellows, but pawns in the game; Souls touch but lightlylives mingle in vain; Could we but banish the clouds that intrude, Then would we welcome a sweet interlude: True understanding all doubt would displace; Heaven revealing in each friendly face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIFTWOOD by DAISY DEAN BUTLER THE SUPREME GIFT by DAISY DEAN BUTLER TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY EVENING by ISABELLA LOCKHART ALDERMAN |
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