Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STREAM OF LIFE, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The stream of life is going dry Last Line: Along the immortal years. Subject(s): Immortality | ||||||||
THE stream of life is going dry; Thank God, that more and more I see the golden sands, which I Could never see before. The banks are dark with graves of friends; Thank God, for faith sublime In the eternity that sends Its shadows into time. The flowers are gone that with their glow Of sunshine filled the grass; Thank God, they were but dim and low Reflections in a glass. The autumn winds are blowing chill; The summer warmth is done; Thank God, the little dew-drop still Is drawn into the sun. Strange stream, to be exhaled so fast In cloudy cares and tears; Thank God, that it should shine at last Along the immortal years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALLACE STEVENS' LETTERS by ROBERT BLY DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING by DAVID IGNATOW I CLOSE MY EYES by DAVID IGNATOW IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE THE THINGS THAT DIE by GREGORY ORR THE MAN WHO DIED TWICE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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