Rooks
Charles Sorley
1895 to 1915
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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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The world is half-content. But they
There, where the rusty iron lies,
Will understand them, what they say.
Perhaps no man, until he dies,
From day to night, from night to day.
The slow wind waits for night to rise.
The yearning to the soul that flies
The rooks are cawing all the day.
The evening makes the sky like clay.
That know, and cannot put away,
Still trouble all the trees with cries,