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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRANSITION - SHORT METER, by ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN Poet's Biography First Line: The golden wings of time Last Line: The image of his son. | |||
The golden wings of time Are ever gliding by; They bear my body to the tomb, My spirit to the sky. This life is but a breath Which is and is no more. 'Tis like the struggle of a wave To reach some distant shore. But tossed upon the deep, Strong billows o'er it surge; Its drops are scattered far and wide Ere it can reach the verge. Eternally 'tis lost, Nor will it more arise, 'Till nature shall its vapors bear To mingle in the skies. And I, alas! I die! On earth I cannot stay! My soul returns to God who gave, My body to the clay! I'm like the fallen race Which pass from mortal sight, To dwell in one eternal day, Or one eternal night. But am I like the wave Whose parts can never meet, Except it be by chance when they Shall mingle in the deep? Ah! no, for I'll arise Upon the last great day; My spirit from its God shall come, My body from the clay. United, we shall stand Eternally in one. Yes, in the likeness of my God The image of His son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISCELLANEOUS POEMS: INTRODUCTION by ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN ONE TO LOVE by ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN THE NATION'S FRIEND by ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN WISH FOR AN OVERCOAT by ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IF DEATH IS KIND by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY |
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