Albert Bigelow Paine

(1861-1937 / USA)

In Louisiana - Poem by Albert Bigelow Paine

The long, gray moss that softly swings
In solemn grandeur from the trees,
Like mournful funeral draperies,—
A brown-winged bird that never sings.

A shallow, stagnant, inland sea,
Where rank swamp grasses wave, and where
A deadliness lurks in the air,—
A sere leaf falling silently.

The death-like calm on every hand,
That one might deem it sin to break,
So pure, so perfect, —these things make
The mournful beauty of this land.

Topic(s) of this poem: grief

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 11, 2015

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