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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRIGHT LOSS, by FLORENCE DICKINSON STEARNS First Line: He owns an empty hand who seeks to claim Last Line: A cloud is lovelier than a crock of rain. | |||
He owns an empty hand who seeks to claim A thing of air, for wings are frail as fame; So let the bird of paradise still sever The silver leaves that rustle by the river, Or watch its ivory sunrise from the crest Where it appears plumed to its loveliest. Would any know what his sure aim had won, Let him behold a radiancy gone. Oh leave the beauty where its loss is gain. A cloud is lovelier than a crock of rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES by CHARLES LAMB THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY |
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