Her Street
Arthur Symons
1865 to 1945
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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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O bitter to be there and you not nigh,
Yet this had been that blessed street.
How the name thrilled me, there upon the wall!
So, sad and glad, your memory visibly
A little; standing there I saw again
The pavement-stones: I knew them all!
Tears to eyes smiling as of old.
The sunsets that were dear to us.
Days that have been, days that have fallen cold!
I stood and gazed, and thought of you,
To stand and watch the roofs, the sky.
All the high heaven behind the roof lay thus,
I passed your street of many memories.
A sunset, sombre pink, the flush
There was the house, the windows there
I knew not if 'twere bitter or more sweet
Tenderly questioning, on me.
Alive within my eyes, I turned;
Of inner rose-leaves idle fingers crush,
Died softly, as the rose that dies.
Until remembrance sweet and mournful drew
Against the rosy twilight high and bare,
Tenderly dying, touched with pain
And, through a window, met two eyes that burned,