Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SHADOWLAND, by MIRIAM DEL BANCO



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SHADOWLAND, by                    
First Line: One by one the flakes are falling
Last Line: "vacant will be shadowland."
Subject(s): Ghosts; Shadows; Spirituality; Supernatural


One by one the flakes are falling,
Like a silent, ghostlike band;
Softly seems the night-wind calling
Them, from homes in shadowland.

One by one they fill the meadow,
Covering its giants grand;
Dim of outline, without shadow,
Yet they float from shadowland.

Up in mid-air, ghostly flitting,
Beckoning with small, white hand
To the elfin snow-wraiths, sitting
Far above in shadowland.

And, methinks, a voice is singing
Words, I, too, can understand,
And its echoes sweetly ringing,
Float away to shadowland.

"They are spirits," thus discloses
Silvery voice from gleaming strand;
"Spirits of the summer roses,
Dwelling pale in shadowland."

"They to earth, once more, are going,
Falling from our Father's hand;
When the roses shall be blowing,
Vacant will be shadowland."





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