Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DEAD POET, by ALFRED BRUCE DOUGLAS


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THE DEAD POET, by                    
First Line: I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
Last Line: And so I woke and knew that he was dead.
Subject(s): Gays & Lesbians; Wilde, Oscar (1854-1900); Homoeroticism; Lesbians; Gay Women; Gay Men


I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
And as of old, in music measureless,
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
And conjure wonder out of emptiness,
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
And all the world was an enchanted place.
And then methought outside a fast locked gate
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
Wonders that might have been articulate,
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds,
And so I woke and knew that he was dead.





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