Daily Whitman

night-swamp

 

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

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  Sing on there in the swamp,
  O singer bashful and tender, I hear your notes, I hear your call,
  I hear, I come presently, I understand you,
  But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain'd me,
  The star my departing comrade holds and detains me.

 

Posted on 24/02/2015, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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