John Greenleaf Whittier

Haverhill, Massachusetts
John Greenleaf Whittier
Haverhill, Massachusetts
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In School-Days

Rating: 3.3
Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.

Within, the master's desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife's carved initial;

The charcoal frescoes on its wall;
Its door's worn sill, betraying
The feet that, creeping slow to school,
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago a winter sun
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window-panes,
And low eaves' icy fretting.

It touched the tangled golden curls,
And brown eyes full of grieving,
Of one who still her steps delayed
When all the school were leaving.

For near it stood the little boy
Her childish favor singled;
His cap pulled low upon a face
Where pride and shame were mingled.

Pushing with restless feet the snow
To right and left, he lingered;---
As restlessly her tiny hands
The blue-checked apron fingered.

He saw her lift her eyes; he felt
The soft hand's light caressing,
And heard the tremble of her voice,
As if a fault confessing.

"I'm sorry that I spelt the word:
I hate to go above you,
Because,"---the brown eyes lower fell,---
"Because, you see, I love you!"

Still memory to a gray-haired man
That sweet child-face is showing.
Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn, in life's hard school,
How few who pass above him
Lament their triumph and his loss,
Like her, because they love him.
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COMMENTS
Dr Antony Theodore 31 October 2020
The charcoal frescoes on its wall; Its door's worn sill, betraying The feet that, creeping slow to school, Went storming out to playing! Childhood memories. a fine poem. tony
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Chinedu Dike 19 October 2019
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing..................................................
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Mahtab Bangalee 27 May 2019
beautiful poem from the crystal leaf of souvenir /// beautiful poem
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Perla 22 March 2019
I declaimed this one on my 7th grade during our Founder's Day and won me the first prize which was my very first scrabble gameboard.
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Arjun 01 June 2018
Such a dumb
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Sylvaonyema Uba 19 February 2017
He lives to learn, in life's hard school How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her, because they love him. Nicely written and well communicated. Sylva-Onyema Uba
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* Sunprincess * 11 February 2016
............wonderfully penned...perfect rhythm...perfect flow ?
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