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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...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LEADY'S TOWER by WILLIAM BARNES |
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