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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PENITENT, by CHRISTINE TURNER CURTIS First Line: Though she be flint and jasper in the day Last Line: When hers is morning. | |||
Though she be flint and jasper in the day Now she is melted; Here as she droops within your door In satin belted; With moonlight slippers on the floor Her small feet felted. Now crumbling all that proud young icy heart, Tortured and turning; Lost in a sigh that crystal voice Keen-edged for spurning; That faltering uneasy breast In embers burning. Pity her then, nor smile that secret smile Of subtle scorning; Your easy love knows not her Calvary Of passionate thorning. There shall yet midnight gloom your sky When hers is morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAIN by CHRISTINE TURNER CURTIS TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 1 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY DEARLING by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN TO TIRZAH, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OUTLAW by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TWO SONNETS TO MY WIFE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |
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