Lord Alfred Douglas

(1870 - 1945 / England)

The Green River - Poem by Lord Alfred Douglas

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all the unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
So is my soul become a silent place.
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find a voice of music manifold.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.

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  • Tapan M. Saren (7/21/2016 4:17:00 AM)

    Beautiful piece of art.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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