Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LAST STILE, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON


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THE LAST STILE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Now when I came to that first stile
Last Line: And spoke no word at all.
Subject(s): God; Kisses; Spring


NOW when I came to that first stile
('Twas spring again, my dear)
I raised my head, and thanked my God;
I spoke it loud and clear.

When to the second stile I came,
(These April days are fleet)
I murmured: "Here a kiss she gave,
And how that kiss was sweet!" . . .

But when the third stile stayed my foot,
(Look where the shadows fall)
I bent my head, with misted eyes,
And spoke no word at all.





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