The Planters Daughter
When night stirred at sea,
An the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.
Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went --
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week."
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3 comments:
this poem is a lovely 1
i used it as my poem for my 1st year english project it is truely amazing:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
so true i agree
It's a beautiful poem. I think Austin Clarke deserves more recognition.
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