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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WORD TO THE WEST END, by THOMAS ASHE Poet's Biography First Line: The dead leaves, one-time fair Last Line: Or drifted out to sea. | |||
The dead leaves, one-time fair, Whirl weirdly in the Square, And in them, fancy I, Drift banned souls, that have missed Chance of the heavenly tryst Of the fair year fled by. You have loved glare of the gas, And dancing girls, and as A new-found paradise Have pasteboard trees and groves, And footlight-litten loves, Dazed your admiring eyes. And you have made night day, And, as your feet tripped gay In dizzy dance, laughed free; While kith and kin, 'neath dim Bridge lamplight, slumbered grim, Or drifted out to sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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