Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FEAR, by HELENE THURSTON


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First Line: Do you see the gray mists twisting
Last Line: Weird music like lorn dirges o'er the dead ....?
Subject(s): Storms


Do you see the gray mists twisting
Over the hill, Oh mother mine? ....
As if in dumb pain, resisting
The elements that seek to bind them to the line
Of dark hills yonder
Rising to shut the world from view,—
The world and all its wonder
From the great and new ...
Do you see the gray mists curling
Like the sea, Oh mother mine, ....
As the wind comes whirling
To the great waves swirling
Over rockbound gray-brown coastline ....?
Do you hear the ceaseless beating,
Mother, as the mists surge overhead
As if strange music still repeating,
Weird music like lorn dirges o'er the dead ....?





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