Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MILL, by EMILE VERHAEREN Poet's Biography First Line: Slowly in the depths of the night the windmill turns Last Line: The old mill that turns and, weary, turns, and dies. Subject(s): Old Age; Windmills | ||||||||
Slowly in the depths of the night the windmill turns. Under a somber, melancholy sky It turns and turns, and its wind-burnt canvas moans A sad and worn and heavy lullaby. Since the dawn its arms, like arms in supplication, Have stretched out and have fallen, and they will Fall on and on across the darkened air And weary nature slumbering now and still. A cheerless winter night broods over the hamlet, The weary clouds are restless overhead; And along the thickets that gather up their shadows, The pathways point a horizon that is dead. Under a rim of earth, a few beechen shanties Wretchedly huddle in a miserable round; A brass lamp that is hanging from the ceiling Speckles with light the window and the ground. And across the wide field, and the slumbering void They holdpuny hovelswith the blinking eyes Of their broken panes with the ragged curtain, The old mill that turns and, weary, turns, and dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON VERSAILLES by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON THE WINDMILL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MILL ACCIDENT by KATHRYN BLACKBURN PECK THE MILL (2) by EMILE VERHAEREN THE WINDMILL by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN |
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