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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE, by PHOEBE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In the years that now are dead and gone Last Line: The wealth that now is mine. Subject(s): Envy; Neighbors | |||
IN the years that now are dead and gone -- Aye, dead, but ne'er forgot -- My neighbor's stately house looked down On the walls of my humble cot. I had my flowers and trees, 't is true, But they looked not fine and tall As my neighbor's flowers and trees, that grew On the other side of the wall. Through the autumn leaves his ripe fruits gleamed With richer tints than mine, And his grapes in the summer sunshine seemed More full of precious wine. Through garden walk and bower I stray Unbidden now and free; For my neighbor long has passed away, And his wealth has come to me. I pace those stately halls at last, But a darker shadow falls Within the house than once it cast On my lowly cottage walls. I pluck the fruit, the wine I waste, I drag through the weary hours; But the fruit is bitter to my taste, And I tire of the scent of flowers. And I'd take my poverty instead And all that I have resign, To feel as I felt when I coveted The wealth that now is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHT SUN AFTER HEAVY SNOW by JANE KENYON THE MAN INTO WHOSE YARD YOU SHOULD NOT HIT YOUR BALL by THOMAS LUX PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BESIDE MILL RIVER by MADELINE DEFREES HELSINKI, 1940 by ANSELM HOLLO THE POET'S TREE by CLARENCE MAJOR A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY |
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