Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IMMORTAL JOY, by MARGARET SACKVILLE Poet's Biography First Line: When all our roses huddle out of sight Last Line: Shall gently fall upon its sleeping face. Subject(s): Beauty; Flowers; Happiness; Immortality; Roses; Spring; Joy; Delight | ||||||||
WHEN all our roses huddle out of sight Ashamed before the Autumn wind, and these Bright shafts of golden summer and this delight, Go the same way as other ecstasies; Go the same way that all men's joys have gone, Whether in Athens, Egypt, Rome, or Troy, London or Paris, Carthage, Babylon, Then let our tears immortalise our joy! Not on the dusty heap of outworn years Cast we the fine husk of this radiant thing, Not with sour sorrow stain its burial place But keep its beauty fresh with fragrant tears Which, like the dew of some perpetual Spring, Shall gently fall upon its sleeping face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STUDY OF HAPPINESS by KENNETH KOCH SO MUCH HAPPINESS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE CROWD CONDITIONS by JOHN ASHBERY I WILL NOT BE CLAIMED by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#21): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN'S HAPPINESS by MARVIN BELL |
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