Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUGUST, by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: The soul is like a song-bird, and must hold Last Line: To wake renewed in beauty, freshly fair. Subject(s): August | ||||||||
THE soul is like a song-bird, and must hold Its silent August, or its heart would break; From the hot rushes of the unruffled lake No warbler pipes, and where the elms enfold Blackbird and thrush, no music is outrolled; They wait in solitude and voiceless ache, Till, with serenest winds, September wake The enchanted pipes and winged age of gold. So with the heart; and therefore blame thou not, Brisk lover, that thy pensive maid is mute, Wandering beside thee with a downcast air; She is not heedless, nor thy love forgot, But passion dons her dreamy autumn suit To wake renewed in beauty, freshly fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER LETTER by DONALD HALL LATE AUGUST by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY THE LAST DAY OF AUGUST by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE FRUITS OF THE SEASON by JAMES WRIGHT THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER FEBRUARY IN ROME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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