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