On the Moor
Cale Young Rice
1872 to 1943
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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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By a new grave a-praying.
Than the eve-star was shedding.
To me, a childless rover.
A cottage midst the clover.
Love lit her eyes with lovelier hues
"Would I were in his grave," I said,
Upon the winds were playing.
I met a mother on the moor,
We crossed the fields together.
She looked a sweet good-bye to me,
I left her—and the world grew poor
Down all the lonely night I heard
I met a maid upon the moor,
I led her to her father's door—
The happy swallows in the blue
For me had made demanding.
A-wading down the heather;
I met a child upon the moor
But bridal bells a-ringing.
And o'er the stile went singing.
She put her hand into my own,
There was no heart to break if death
The morrow was her wedding.
"And he beside her standing!"