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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GHOSTS, by IMOGEN D. BRENT
First Line: In musty corners where the shadows cling
Last Line: Find only deeper shadows to encrust.
Subject(s): Machinery & Machinists
First Line: In musty corners where the shadows cling
Last Line: Find only deeper shadows to encrust.
Subject(s): Machinery & Machinists
In musty corners where the shadows cling,
Lies undisturbed and still this thing of naught,
Deep under sifting dust and cobwebs caught,
Where scuttling rats and sprawling spiders bring
The only hint of life. The great spokes swing
No more. Through tiny rifts the light has wrought
Its wonder, and to restless motes has brought
Gay rainbowed dresses from the hands of spring.
But hearts of steel do not forget great dreams;
The old spokes turn and with a creaking groan,
The wheels, quite shining now and freed from rust,
Spring up to roll those paths by sun-checked streams . . .
And now the prying rays of a dead moon
Find only deeper shadows to encrust.
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