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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAST PAGEANT, by HELEN BRYAN First Line: In my last hour, sit close to me Last Line: Among the scattered shards of years. | |||
In my last hour, sit close to me And read some tale of far-off lands -- So may the poignant moments be Blurred by the slipping of your hands Among the pages of the book And firelight brushed across your face, That I may have one tender look To take with me from time and space; And let some distant bugle call Throb bravely through the waning light, So I shall scarcely know at all When the dim day drops into night, Nor when your voice, a slow release From laughter and forgotten tears, Breaks and becomes a lost bright piece Among the scattered shards of years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A HUNDRED COLLARS by ROBERT FROST THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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