Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOST TREASURE, by MATHILDE BLIND


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First Line: The autumn day steals, pallid as a ghost
Last Line: Locked in oblivion -- shakespeare lost a day.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Dramatists; Plays & Playwrights ; Poetry & Poets; Shakespeare, William (1564-1616); Dramatists


THE autumn day steals, pallid as a ghost,
Along these fields and man-forsaken ways;
And o'er the hedgerows bramble-knotted maze
The whitening locks of Old Man's Beard are tost.
Here, shrunk by centuries of fire and frost,
A crab tree stands where -- lingering gossip says --
In ocean-moated England's golden days,
Great treasure, in a frolic, once was lost.

Here -- fresh from fumes of some Falstaffian bout,
When famous champions, fired by many a bet,
Had drained huge bumpers while the stars would set --
Beneath its reeling branches by the way,
Till twice twelve hours of April bloom were out --
Locked in oblivion -- Shakespeare lost a day.






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