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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAN'S COMPASS, by MAURICE HILL First Line: North are the fragments of hopes Last Line: As it faces this light. | |||
North are the fragments of hopes Long forgotten and cold; No piecing can mend, no warmth Give the feeling of old. West are the dream-laden ships Ever crossing the sea To ports overthronged by man, But with cargoes for three. South are remembrances...love That is now but a song Alluring as jasmine at dusk, And as poignant and strong. East is the beckoning star On the pathway of night; The pull on the compass is great As it faces this light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE VIOLET by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA-SHORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD MOTHER AND CHILD (WAR VICTIMS) by EVELYN D. BANGAY AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |
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