Love is a Terrible Thing
Grace Fallow Norton
1876 to 1926
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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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"And Ο, I know that I shall return,
I cried, "You know not for you are free!"
"The heart in my bosom is not my own!
Love is a terrible thing!"
And unto the night, "O enfold me,"
And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,
"That is my home-light, there in the vale,
I lay down in the deepest shadow;
Then to the stars I told my tale:
But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.
"O would I were free as the wind on wing;
And there is a fear...."
And unto the wind petulantly
"For there is a flame that has blown too near,
And I begged the little leaves to lean
And I said unto the earth, "Hold me,"
And there is a name that has grown too dear,
I went out to the farthest meadow,
Low and together for a safe screen;