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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UBI LITERAE IBI LUX (WHERE THERE IS LITERATURE THIS IS LIGHT), by EDNA DAVIS ROMIG First Line: They think I sit alone beside my fire Last Line: "thought too of these, and said, ""let there be light." Subject(s): Literature | |||
They think I sit alone beside my fire -- The days of golden mornings all gone by, And amber dusks where quiet blossoms lie, The swift delights that spring and youth desire. They cannot know that vastness of empire, The pageantry of ages passing by, Its immemorial folk, their dreams, their cry, Their dignity of thought and high desire. For Homer's heroes pass, and Sappho sings, Great Shakspere's men and women live again, And Goethe broods, and Shelley's passion wings; Or Milton's loss is mine, and Dante's pain: That first Creator, from eternal night, Thought too of these, and said, "Let there be light." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE ON THE ROAD TO LARRY ROBIN'S BOOKSTORE by ELEANOR WILNER THINGS WE DREAMT WE DIED FOR by MARVIN BELL SURVEY OF LITERATURE by JOHN CROWE RANSOM A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE SCHOOLROOM OF POETS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TESTAMENT FOR MY STUDENTS, 1968 - 1969 by KAY BOYLE ANNUNCIATION by EDNA DAVIS ROMIG IN THE GARDEN by EDNA DAVIS ROMIG TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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