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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE MEMORY OF A POET, by EDWIN COULSON CLARK
First Line: A stranger strode across the breathless air
Last Line: Of golden verse she penned . . . And legacied.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Strangers
First Line: A stranger strode across the breathless air
Last Line: Of golden verse she penned . . . And legacied.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Strangers
A stranger strode across the breathless air;
Yet, stranger is he not among all men:
For time, nor space, nor prayer, determine when,
(Outwitting all), this phantom takes his flair.
So stealthily . . . with practiced art and care. . . .
So finally! he casts the die, and then
Adroitly, with imperishable pen,
Indites the scroll . . . and sorrowed hearts despair.
O death, your ego is transparent sham!
As Acolyte you snuffed her candle's light;
Your boasted kingship died when by that deed
Eternal life began for her soul's calm.
Now time, nor space, nor prayer curtail the flight
Of golden verse she penned . . . and legacied.
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