Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CURTAIN FALLS, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography First Line: Over the sorrow and over the bliss Last Line: Silently downward the curtain falls. Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs. Subject(s): Healing; Holidays; New Year; Cures | ||||||||
OVER the sorrow and over the bliss, Over the tear-drop, over the kiss, Over the crimes that blotted and blurred, Over the wound of the hasty word, Over the deeds in weakness done, Over the battles lost and won, Now at the end of the flying year, Year that to-morrow will not be here, Over our freedom, over our thralls, In the hush of the midnight the curtain falls. Over our gain and over our loss, Over our crown and over our cross, Over the fret of our discontent, Over the ill that we never meant, Over the scars of our self-denial, Over the strength that conquered trial, Now in the end of the flying year, Year that to-morrow will not be here, Quietly final, the prompter calls; Swiftly the dusk of the curtain falls. Over the crowds and the solitudes, Over our shifting, hurrying moods, Over the hearths where bright flames leap Over the cribs where the babies sleep, Over the clamor, over the strife, Over the pageantry of life, Now in the end of the flying year, Year that to-morrow will not be here, Swiftly and surely, from starry walls, Silently downward the curtain falls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE VOLUME MISSING by RITA DOVE READING HOLDERLIN ON THE PATIO WITH THE AID OF A DICTIONARY by RITA DOVE BANGLA DESH: 2. THE BLOOD IN MY EYES by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ VACATION: CALIFORNIA COAST by ALBERT GOLDBARTH FOR MY DAUGHTER by DAVID IGNATOW FOR MY MOTHER ILL by DAVID IGNATOW WITH THE DOOR OPEN by DAVID IGNATOW NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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