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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ABUNDANCE, by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER
First Line: Things I have wasted, cast aside and lost
Last Line: With never a ticking clock nor setting sun.
Subject(s): Summer
First Line: Things I have wasted, cast aside and lost
Last Line: With never a ticking clock nor setting sun.
Subject(s): Summer
Things I have wasted, cast aside and lost
Out of great plenty and a mind to play,
Are with me in this time of counting cost,
Red ink I love across the ledger's gray.
There has been beauty that I would not see,
Being drowsy, dull or busy at a book,
Years like ripe fruit, rotting beneath a tree,
Moonlight I slept away, friends I forsook.
What does it matter that I still have fire
To warm me till I die, or something less?
Life is a flame, tall as a burning spire,
Not coals to crouch beside in nakedness,
Not candle ends, but summer just begun,
With never a ticking clock nor setting sun.
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