Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG ON THE EDGE OF WINTER, by ANNA SHAW BUCK


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SONG ON THE EDGE OF WINTER, by                    
First Line: I shall remember, when my years are few
Last Line: A melody surpassing that of birds.
Subject(s): Memory; Singing & Singers; Winter; Songs


I shall remember, when my years are few,
The shining things which made for happiness:
A wood thrush call, when first I stood with you
Beneath the forest in a cool recess;
A mountain pass where mighty peaks arose
With hoods of snow upon each lofty crest,
While, far below, a pigmy crevice chose
To bear a thread of silver on its breast.

I shall remember hands on ivory keys
That pictured raging storms or whispered prayer,
And wove a magic chain of filigrees
Which brought enchantment that the heart could share;
And your soft voice which built of singing words
A melody surpassing that of birds.





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