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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO KEEP OUR SCORN IMMORTAL, by ROBIN LAMPSON First Line: This day, so crowned above all other days Last Line: Our scorn of death immortal when we sleep? | |||
This day, so crowned above all other days, Becomes a challenge to the calendar, A threat to Time and his destructive ways: For we have taken a thing he can not mar With change or death, nor steal from us again. Deathless by this one perfect hour we are: This little hour, beyond both joy and pain, Has paid the subtle fee that bribes the Fates. It does not matter now with what disdain The snow of centuries blankets faded dates Of kings and nations; nor for us how deep And permanent the insensate Naught awaits: Have we not this one timeless hour to keep Our scorn of death immortal when we sleep? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG LAUGHTER by ROBIN LAMPSON THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON A SONNET TO HEAVENLY BEAUTY by JOACHIM DU BELLAY PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE JEW'S APPEAL TO THE CHRISTIAN by J. W. BLENCOWE JR. THE GREATER GIFT by MARGARET E. BRUNER |
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