Representative Poetry Online
On this day: September 15th
Random Poem of the Day
1Still sits the school-house by the road,
2 A ragged beggar sleeping;
4 And blackberry-vines are creeping.
5Within, the master's desk is seen,
6 Deep scarred by raps official;
7The warping floor, the battered seats,
8 The jack-knife's carved initial;
9The charcoal frescos on its wall;
10 Its door's worn sill, betraying
11The feet that, creeping slow to school,
12 Went storming out to playing!
13Long years ago a winter sun
14 Shone over it at setting;
15Lit up its western window-panes,
16 And low eaves' icy fretting.
17It touched the tangled golden curls,
18 And brown eyes full of grieving,
19Of one who still her steps delayed
20 When all the school were leaving.
21For near her stood the little boy
22 Her childish favor singled:
23His cap pulled low upon a face
24 Where pride and shame were mingled.
25Pushing with restless feet the snow
26 To right and left, he lingered; --
27As restlessly her tiny hands
28 The blue-checked apron fingered.
29He saw her lift her eyes; he felt
30 The soft hand's light caressing,
31And heard the tremble of her voice,
32 As if a fault confessing.
33"I'm sorry that I spelt the word:
34 I hate to go above you,
35Because," -- the brown eyes lower fell, --
36 "Because, you see, I love you!"
37Still memory to a gray-haired man
38 That sweet child-face is showing.
39Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
40 Have forty years been growing!
41He lives to learn, in life's hard school,
42 How few who pass above him
43Lament their triumph and his loss,
44 Like her, -- because they love him.
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