Mary E Fullerton

(1868 - 1946)

A Man's A Sliding Mood - Poem by Mary E Fullerton

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Ardent in love and cold in charity,
Loud in the market, timid in debate:
Scornful of foe unbuckled in the dust
At whimper of a child compassionate,
A man's a sliding mood from hour to hour,
Rage, and a singing forest of bright birds,
Laughter with lovely friends,and loneliness,
Woe with her heavy horn of unspoke words.
What is he then this heir of heart and mind?
Is this the man with his conflicting moods,
Or is there in a deeper dwelling place
Some silly shaping thing that bides and broods?


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  • Rookie Karthik Narayan (12/31/2006 12:56:00 AM)

    very nuice.. happy new yaer (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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