Agatha
Alfred Austin
1835 to 1913
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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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She cannot think she is alone,
Upon her cheek and changing moods.
The primrose and its mates have flown,
To mind of spring or summer days,
Anew she roams, no more alone;
She knows not, asks not, what the goal,
The sun and flying clouds have power
That glisten with the fallen shower;
With grief too fixed for woe or tear;
The past sits widowed on her brow,
She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower.
And yields her pure unquestioning soul
And, with her forehead 'gainst the pane,
But glancing eye and glowing tone
The thrush's ringing note hath died;
Are sodden trunk and songless bough.
Envies the dying year.
To walls that house a hollow vow,
Floods of unrest she fears to own
She wanders in the April woods,
To hearth where love hath ceased to blaze;
Watches the clammy twilight wane,
The joy she feared is at her side,
And still she haunts those woodland ways,
And almost dreads to feel.
She feels the ferment of the hour:
As over her senses warmly steal
Among the summer woodlands wide
Though all fond fancy finds there now
Fall on her from her god, her guide.
To touch and fondling kiss.
Spring's blushing secret now is known.
She leans her face against the buds,
She broodeth when the ringdove broods;
Homeward she wends with wintry gaze,
She only feels she moves towards bliss,