Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOOD MEASURE, by EDITH LOMBARD SQUIRES First Line: Here is good measure from the changing year Last Line: This resurrection of the soul from earth. | ||||||||
Here is good measure from the changing year, When earth, new-born, is slowly satisfied By spring's deep sowing, summer's golden sphere, Rich autumn reaping, winter's harvest-tide. This perfect measure of time's ebb and flow, A harvest that is earth's unchanging goal -- From winter dark the grains of wheat still grow, And from the bulb's deep heart the flower-soul. Here is good measure from each vanquished peak And from each valley where the sun is hid; Here is a harvest that the heart would seek Beyond the stones of life's vast pyramid. Good measure past all petty penny-worth -- This resurrection of the soul from earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE-FREE by EDITH LOMBARD SQUIRES I, WHO AM SOON TO DIE by EDITH LOMBARD SQUIRES THIS DARKNESS by EDITH LOMBARD SQUIRES NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LET IT BE YOU by SARA TEASDALE DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON |
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