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...AUTUMN DIALOGUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A THREAD OF HAIR by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR WILLIAM COWPER by WILLIAM BLAKE |
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