THE WATCHES OF THE NIGHT. But there are (Famous poetry by marianne moore)

Posted by admin on August 30th, 2007 filed in Poem


THE WATCHES OF THE NIGHT.
But there are hearts, upon whose May
Thick fell the whirling snow ; And, in the early Autumn, such
Forget the Summer’s glow, And sorrow for their withered Spring.
They feel that manhood’s prime Was saddened by the blight, which came
Upon an earlier time.
Alas ! it is too surely true
That, by the hand of fate, The key note of our lives is struck,
While yet our souls await The opening of the iron doors
Upon the road of life. The few to gentlest music move,
The many hear the strife Their souls must make with sorrow, in
The low discordant cry,

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