GREEN RIVER
by: Alfred Douglas (1870-1945)
- 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 seal'd,
- An unclaim'd sovereignty of voiceless song,
- And all the unravish'd silences belong
- To some sweet singer lost or unreveal'd.
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- 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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