Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LESSON (1), by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Woodland, green and gay with dew Last Line: Like the dimness of a breath. Subject(s): Trees | ||||||||
WOODLAND, green and gay with dew, Here, to-day, I pledge anew All the love I gave to you When my heart was young and glad, And in dress of homespun plaid, Bright as any flower you had, Through your bushy ways I trod, Or, lay hushed upon your sod With my silence praising God. Never sighing for the town -- Never giving back a frown To the sun that kissed me brown. When my hopes were of such stuff, That my days, though crude enough, Were with golden gladness rough -- Timid creatures of the air -- Little ground-mice, shy and fair -- You were friendly with me there. Beeches gray, and solemn firs, Thickets full of bees and burs, You were then my school-masters, Teaching me as best you could, How the evil by the good -- Thorns by flowers must be construed. Rivulets of silvery sound, Searching close, I always found Fretting over stony ground. And in hollows, cold and wet, Violets purpled into jet As if bad blood had been let; While in every sunny place, Each one wore upon her face Looks of true and tender grace. Leaning from the hedge-row wall, Gave the rose her sweets to all, Like a royal prodigal. And the lily, priestly white, Made a little saintly light In her chapel out of sight. Heedless how the spider spun -- Heedless of the brook that run Boldly winking at the sun. When the autumn clouds did pack Hue on hue, unto that black That's bluish, like a serpent's back, Emptying all their cisterns out, While the winds in fear and doubt Whirled like dervises about, And the mushroom, brown and dry, On the meadow's face did lie, Shrunken like an evil eye -- Shrunken all its fleshy skin, Like a lid that wrinkles in Where an eyeball once had been. How my soul within me cried, As along the woodland side All the flowers fell sick and died. But when Spring returned, she said, "They were sleeping, and not dead -- Thus must light and darkness wed." Since that lesson, even death Lies upon the glass of faith, Like the dimness of a breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES by ROBERT HASS THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MIDNIGHT EDEN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN REFLECTION OF THE WOOD by LEONIE ADAMS THE LIFE OF TREES by DORIANNE LAUX A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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