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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TESTIMONY, by EMMA GRAY TRIGG First Line: I have no gallant words to shape a creed Last Line: For creeds more personal than a thrush's song! | |||
I have no gallant words to shape a creed. I have no creed, perhaps, but shadow words. They lack all substance when my aching need Cries out for faith, the simple faith of birds That sing of certainty from a fragile nest. Instead these shifting patterns on the grass, Blown feathers from a southbound robin's breast And autumn tell me, "leaf and singer pass." Yet from the depths of earth's profoundest night Trees build their spires and arches toward the sun, Steeples of faith and towers of green delight, Holding no ritual and needing none. Faith is the springing sap. Why should I long For creeds more personal than a thrush's song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNKNOWN COMRADE by EMMA GRAY TRIGG SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BREAKING by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: COUNTENANCE FOREBODING EVIL by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EPIGRAM ON THE COUNTESS OF SOMERSET'S PICTURE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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