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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by CONSTANCE BARBOUR
First Line: The rose has crumbled now to fragrant dust
Last Line: To waken still, to suffer, and to dream.
First Line: The rose has crumbled now to fragrant dust
Last Line: To waken still, to suffer, and to dream.
The rose has crumbled now to fragrant dust,
The pansy's darkness lies on darkness, too.
Because their lovely lives are gone they must
Be glanced at here, by night, as colored new --
Discovered fragments underneath the sky.
Our lives -- not giving of delight, as theirs
So softly felt, nor for our breath to die --
A quiet going from a time that shares
Its hours with sunlight, leaves, the grass, and rain.
Our eyes are seeking eyes that look above,
Around, that look at laughter and at pain.
We sing of this our living and of love;
And from our calmest, sleep-filled nights we seem --
To waken still, to suffer, and to dream.
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