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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by GLADYS CROMWELL Poet's Biography First Line: Love is like a wind that passes Last Line: Its fingers through the blades and grasses. Subject(s): Love | |||
LOVE is like a wind that passes Its fingers through the blades and grasses. Love itself is hidden from sight, But all we see is through its light; Love is like a soft song sweeping The hills and valleys of its keeping; Love is like a white scythe gleaning Every meadow's happy meaning. Oh, the meadow's dream we saw there, Soft enough so ferns could grow there! Love is like a flame unfolding, Needs delight should wait its moulding, Needs delight should wait while sorrow Makes it pure for love to-morrow. Love is like a wind that passes Its fingers through the blades and grasses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT |
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