Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EARLY ASPIRATIONS, by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT Poet's Biography First Line: How many a throb of the young poet-heart Last Line: For a sad season: then, to active life he springs. Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
How many a throb of the young poet-heart, Aspiring to the ideal bliss of fame, Deems that time soon may sanctify his claim Among the sons of song to dwell apart. -- Time passes -- passes! The aspiring flame Of hope shrinks down; the white flower poesy Breaks on its stalk, and from its earth-turned eye Drop sleepy tears instead of that sweet dew Rich with inspiring odors, insect wings Drew from its leaves with every changing sky, While its young innocent petals unsunned grew. No more in pride to other ears he sings, But with a dying charm himself unto: -- For a sad season: then, to active life he springs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND MY MOTHER by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT |
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