Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NIGHTWATCHES, by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL


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First Line: While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold
Last Line: Half of that world I ever cared to please!
Subject(s): Time


WHILE the slow clock, as they were miser's gold,
Counts and recounts the mornward steps of Time,
The darkness thrills with conscience of each crime
By Death committed, daily grown more bold.
Once more the list of all my wrongs is told,
And ghostly hands stretch to me from my prime
Helpless farewells, as from an alien clime;
For each new loss redoubles all the old.
This morn 't was May; the blossoms were astir
With southern wind; but now the boughs are bent
With snow instead of birds, and all things freeze.
How much of all my past is dumb with her,
And of my future, too, for with her went
Half of that world I ever cared to please!





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