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LAST PAGEANT, by            
First Line: In my last hour, sit close to me
Last Line: Among the scattered shards of years.


In my last hour, sit close to me
And read some tale of far-off lands --
So may the poignant moments be
Blurred by the slipping of your hands
Among the pages of the book
And firelight brushed across your face,
That I may have one tender look
To take with me from time and space;
And let some distant bugle call
Throb bravely through the waning light,
So I shall scarcely know at all
When the dim day drops into night,
Nor when your voice, a slow release
From laughter and forgotten tears,
Breaks and becomes a lost bright piece
Among the scattered shards of years.





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