Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CONVENTION, by HAROLD WILLARD GLEASON


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CONVENTION, by                    
First Line: She could not sleep...Wild-apple trees were stirring
Last Line: The chill (she thought), she shuttered out the night.


She could not sleep . . . Wild-apple trees were stirring,
Their tender buds aflutter with the breeze;
Beyond the orchard phantom wings thrilled whirring;
The pasture seemed alive with mysteries!
Life pulsed through leaf and stem; faint perfumes strayed
Up to her window, filled her with unrest;
Afar, the eerie laughter of the loon
Awoke a strange sweet madness in her breast . . .
She wondered at the prim-walled garden, sprayed
With silver glamour by the April moon . . .
(How could she know that in the poplar clearing
Gay goat-hoofs stamped weird rhythms of delight,
A lyre throbbed its thratto-plat?) . . . So, fearing
The chill (she thought), she shuttered out the night.





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