Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PASTEL, by MARSDON GILFORD ALBRITTON



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PASTEL, by            
First Line: Softly my phantoms move - the days that were
Last Line: As transient as a dreamer's ecstasy.


Softly my phantoms move -- the days that were,
The nights that haunt the pathway of my dream,
Beneath the stars I stand again with Her,
And watch the tranquil Night's first shimmering beam.

From far across a sea washed clean of cloud,
The tropic breeze disturbs a thin-spun palm,
Whose noble head is delicately bowed
To catch the keynote of some faerie psalm.

Cleaving the pearly fathoms of the night
A steamer's silver smoke moves out to sea;
A wave comes in, its rim of foamy white
As transient as a dreamer's ecstasy.





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