The Green River
Alfred Douglas
1870 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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To find some voice of music manifold.
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.
To some sweet singer lost, or unrevealed.
Into a leafy wood, where is no throng
And all the unravished silences belong
Or love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
I know a green grass path that leaves the field
So is my soul become a silent place....
And, like a running river, winds along
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
Of birds at noon-day; and no soft throats yield
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night