Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MORITURA, by MARGARET GILMAN (GEORGE) DAVIDSON



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MORITURA, by                    
First Line: I am the mown grass, dying at your feet
Last Line: I am your singer, singing my last note.
Alternate Author Name(s): George, Marguerite+(2)


I AM the mown grass, dying at your feet,
The pale grass, gasping faintly in the sun.
I shall be dead, long, long ere day is done,
That you may say: "The air, to-day, was sweet."
I am the mown grass, dying at your feet.

I am the white syringa, falling now,
When some one shakes the bough.
What matter if I lose my life's brief noon?
You laugh, "A snow in June!"
I am the white syringa, falling now.

I am the waning lamp that flickers on, --
Trying to give my old, unclouded light
Among the rest that make your garden bright.
Let me still burn till all my oil is gone.
I am the waning lamp that flickers on.

I am your singer, singing my last note.
Death's fingers clutch my throat.
New grass will grow, new flowers bloom and fall;
New lamps blaze out against your garden wall:
I am your singer, singing my last note.





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