Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Charlotte Brontë
1816 to 1855
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Till like a phantom gliding near
Profoundly still the twilight air,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Silently lights the unclouded skies.
A stag bends down to drink the stream.
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
And far away a mountain zone,