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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THINGS THAT DIE, by MARY BETH LEWIS
First Line: A tune so softly whistled in the street
Last Line: To mind the things that die!
Subject(s): Mortality
First Line: A tune so softly whistled in the street
Last Line: To mind the things that die!
Subject(s): Mortality
A tune so softly whistled in the street,
A melody from out the past,
A bar that ever so carelessly may beat
Into each heart a strange, vibrant remembrance to last.
A drum, a horn, marching feet, a weird dream;
Forgetfulness of that awful strife!
Closed eyes that once had held so fierce a gleam!
'Tis but the remnant of a broken life!
A careless thought
Of days gone by,
So easily brought
To mind the things that die!
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