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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIGIL, by GERTRUDE A. DODD First Line: I sat by the window in the somber night Last Line: Of our brothers. | |||
I sat by the window in the somber night, When all was still, still as death itself. I tell you there was no sound, but my heart Pulsated to the march of feet that beat Like deadly waves upon the ground. I could not catch the slightest breath, I could hear naught save a small frog's croak, Yet wave after wave rolled upon my soul, Stooped there, piteous, trembling, Rolled and broke. Somewhere in the dead of night were Marching feet of men, men not yet free From a mother's care; somewhere in that clustering Dark, were others, listening even as I, Offering prayer. Dear God, you who hear the sounds withheld From me, and love the crouched and sleepless Mothers, make us to hear and see; give us To walk unharmed in light and dark, make us keepers Of our brothers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEARER by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND INHERITANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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