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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THAT YEAR, by BELLE WILLEY GUE First Line: It stands alone and so it must remain Last Line: To be alive—that year you made divine. | |||
It stands alone and so it must remain: No other time will ever seem to me As much a part of perfect harmony. Upon it rested no defiling stain, Nor was it marred by poverty or pain. That year was like no other that will be, And I will revel in its memory— Well do I know it will not come again. For every day I looked into your eyes, And every day I heard your tender voice, And I was yours and you were wholly mine. My wealth was limitless, and I could rise Above all human ills. I could rejoice To be alive—that year you made divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL |
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